Finola will be back next week with all her words.
The MRI and X-Rays came in and when the Dr. called and said come in NOW! I kinda had a feeling the news wouldn't be good. Actually the pain had been steadily increasing so I was prepared. Where there's pain there's fire.
Turns out the tendon damage is far more extensive than the Dr. assumed based on my mobility. I have "a tolerance for pain worthy of a linebacker". So says the Doc. Truth is something has hurt my entire life so well - it's all relative.
I have a cast on now. In purple!! Photos to follow once I figure out how to get downstairs. The Doc hopes that compression of the tendons will form enough scar tissue to fuse them together and get rid of the swiss cheese that is my ankle.
Since the cast is on my good leg, the leg that compensates for the scoliosis, getting around is a freakin' trip. I still have the outer boot to protect the cast and it allows me to drag my leg around. The problem is I'm leading with and depending on the side of my body that has more troubles than the Bush administration.
BUT ... I am nothing if not inventive. In less than 24 hours I have figured out how to get to a standing position by rocking back and forth and then propelling myself upward. I'll need to paint the house when this is all over but for now walls are my friend. If I lean against them and wiggle my ass while shuffling my foot I can create forward motion. Stairs are still impossible. I have mastered the one step down into the kitchen - coffee called to me - by hanging onto the door frame and doing a bungee jump maneuver.
Siren is happy to see the boot is still around but he doesn't know what to make of the hard purple shell hiding my leg. Mia is freaked out by the sight of me sliding and clumping, sliding and clumping. Since she's deaf I know it's not the sound of me. It is the sight of me.
Today I hope to come up with a better way of transporting objects. With a cane in one hand and the other arm flapping in the breeze for balance it's a bit difficult to carry much. Covered containers are helpful. It's also good to set things down on the floor and just push them along with the better foot.
I've always been an empathetic person so it's not a total revelation to me but I now KNOW rather than just know the challenges faced by people with physical limitations. When I left the Dr's. office I had to walk -uh - shuffle/clump/drag - about half a block out of my way so that I could go down a ramp instead of step/fall down the one step that was keeping me from my car.
Getting out of the car and up the 2 steps into my house required at least 250 expletives.
My laptop is my new best friend so I'll be visiting all your Wordzzles and I'm sure I'll have more stories to share as I shuffle my way through the days ahead.
For those of you trying to picture what my Friday was like ...