March 18: Ankle update
The swelling is significantly better. My friend AmyBeth spent over an hour on Sunday doing Reiki on it and it made a huge improvement. Still swelling on the outside and top of the foot part, painful, but not as much as the inside of the ankle, although getting better. I was hoping the aircast/boot could come off, because it actually seems better when that comes off at night; started walking on it more around the house, as per instructions.
So I saw the podiatrist today. He looked at the swelling, frowned, felt it, got another X-ray (they do them in the office, fortunately), came back in with the new X-rays. Frowned. Pulled out the other ones. Frowned. Kept staring. Then looked at me and said: "The swelling is what you see with stress fractures. Can't tell for sure. We should get an MRI." Um, no we shouldn't. "Oh, that's right, we can't" (Metal valve = no great big magnet) Well, wouldn't change the treatment anyway. And I was distracted enough while trying not to scream/cry that I didn't question it when he started refering to "them", which I think means more than one.
His consolation prize was the offer of a smaller boot. He figured things will be OK for walking in a couple more weeks, until he heard where I was going: Europe = cobblestones, uneven streets >>> boot on for the trip. Maybe it will be better by Italy?
As I said to him, I'm not going to jeopardize my foot/ankle long-term even for the trip, so if it means boot on and little walking, then so be it. I'm pissed, of course, although it doesn't help. It's just such a disappointment. This was what I wanted more than anything else: to go back to traveling, and this was my reward after the last five years of hell. And while it will still be fun, and still better than not going, it stinks. I'm tired of coping, tired of having things to adjust around, tired of having to figure out new and inventive ways of doing things, tired of having one thing after another go wrong.
NO happy perky bunnyland crap!! I will revert to my usual pragmatic, sunny outlook. I'm just not there yet. It's whallowing time. It's already less than a few hours ago. It will pass.
On the bright side, I ordered a new type of cane tip that isn't as bulky as a quad-cane but better than a regular tip, so more stable. And a folding cane than only weighs 10 oz. Due to arrive in less than five days. And now I don't have to worry about finding new shoes to fit the type of smaller splint that I was anticipating. And I'm going to look as pathetic as possible to milk as much sympathy as is humanly conceivable!
My chest seems to have sunk a little more and move more, I suspect because of the continuing pressure from using the cane. It hurts.
I'm going to do something fairly rare for me: shopping therapy. This is an excuse for a really good telephoto lens along with that new dslr camera I've been eyeing on eBay (reputable seller, supply place with thousands of sales--it's OK, really!)
Thanks for checking, Laurie
So I saw the podiatrist today. He looked at the swelling, frowned, felt it, got another X-ray (they do them in the office, fortunately), came back in with the new X-rays. Frowned. Pulled out the other ones. Frowned. Kept staring. Then looked at me and said: "The swelling is what you see with stress fractures. Can't tell for sure. We should get an MRI." Um, no we shouldn't. "Oh, that's right, we can't" (Metal valve = no great big magnet) Well, wouldn't change the treatment anyway. And I was distracted enough while trying not to scream/cry that I didn't question it when he started refering to "them", which I think means more than one.
His consolation prize was the offer of a smaller boot. He figured things will be OK for walking in a couple more weeks, until he heard where I was going: Europe = cobblestones, uneven streets >>> boot on for the trip. Maybe it will be better by Italy?
As I said to him, I'm not going to jeopardize my foot/ankle long-term even for the trip, so if it means boot on and little walking, then so be it. I'm pissed, of course, although it doesn't help. It's just such a disappointment. This was what I wanted more than anything else: to go back to traveling, and this was my reward after the last five years of hell. And while it will still be fun, and still better than not going, it stinks. I'm tired of coping, tired of having things to adjust around, tired of having to figure out new and inventive ways of doing things, tired of having one thing after another go wrong.
NO happy perky bunnyland crap!! I will revert to my usual pragmatic, sunny outlook. I'm just not there yet. It's whallowing time. It's already less than a few hours ago. It will pass.
On the bright side, I ordered a new type of cane tip that isn't as bulky as a quad-cane but better than a regular tip, so more stable. And a folding cane than only weighs 10 oz. Due to arrive in less than five days. And now I don't have to worry about finding new shoes to fit the type of smaller splint that I was anticipating. And I'm going to look as pathetic as possible to milk as much sympathy as is humanly conceivable!
My chest seems to have sunk a little more and move more, I suspect because of the continuing pressure from using the cane. It hurts.
I'm going to do something fairly rare for me: shopping therapy. This is an excuse for a really good telephoto lens along with that new dslr camera I've been eyeing on eBay (reputable seller, supply place with thousands of sales--it's OK, really!)
Thanks for checking, Laurie
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