It’s been 23 days since breaking my foot. It feels like a lifetime. Doing anything, everything, takes more time and energy. I’m beyond frustrated.
After falling and catching myself with my broken foot for the third weekend in a row, I couldn’t sleep last night. I read “The Girl on the Train” in its entirety before finally drifting off to sleep around 2 am. *Sidenote: it was amazing* I knew I had my 3 week follow up with my orthopedic doc, which would include X-rays, which could indicate that I would need surgery to fix the break. Knowing the amount of pain I was in after yesterday’s fall had me so worried that I’d hear the words “you need surgery”, I was a nervous wreck.
I arrived at the office a few minutes early. Long enough to enjoy the view over Lake Michigan, at least.
After X-rays (which thankfully I questioned the tech when she said she needed a weight bearing view, because ow), my doctor came in and harassed me about my blue scooter, my hipster backpack, and why I need two iPhones. He’s really the best, because anyone who can harass me while pointing at X-rays of my broken foot will immediately make me feel at ease. I’m serious, he’s awesome.
He poked and prodded my foot, asked about my calf pain, which last week had me convinced I had a DVT, and asked about my pain levels. When I told him today I was in a lot of pain after involuntarily catching myself from falling with it, I got the evil eyes. After using a metaphor about swerving to avoid hitting a deer is more dangerous than staying straight on the road, he told me to just used to falling, anything to avoid putting weight on that foot.
Then we looked at my X-rays. I had not seen my x-rays from the ER, so we did a then and now comparison. It honestly didn’t matter which one we looked at, my face was frozen in a contorted look of horror. I knew how much pain I’ve been in, and how swollen my foot still is, and how much bruising still exists, but seeing what should be a smooth bone with two shards and a gaping hole horrified me.
After asking me to please stop making that face, he pointed out that although the new ones looked worse, there were signs of growth, which is what I need. He then broke it to me that I will not be out of the boot cast before Memorial Day, and that we won’t know for sure that I don’t need surgery until there is significantly more bone healing. Oh, and also, I need to start sleeping in the boot cast. Which I take to mean stop sleeping, because who can sleep in a boot?
So there’s that. But he did violently agree with me starting back with my trainer, as long I don’t put any pressure or weight on my left foot, agreeing it will make me feel less useless and frustrated. So, Thursday night I go back to see Lauren at Equinox and I could not be more excited! Tank top arms, here I come!