It has been a long almost 4 months. Really, really, really long! I had my Dr appointment today to see how my injured foot has healed. I have come so far, and am eagerly awaiting good news. Please let it be good news! I need it to be good news! I need to get my new years commitments underway, and I mean now. I have such a good feeling about today that I put my right foot sneaker in the car, the sneaker I haven't seen for 4 months.
My appointment was for 9 am and apparently everyone hurt themselves over the weekend and I was not called back until about 9:45. I was so nervous when they called my name, my heart was just about beating out of my chest. I walked back to the exam room and answered the usual questions and gleefully took off my boot, ready for the Dr to pronounce me ready to hit the gym.
The Dr comes in and asks how it feels. I tell him that it is stiff and tires easily, however it feels great! The only pain I have is where he had to slice my foot open to drain it. He laughs and says I probably want to punch him. I tell him it is a double edge sword. I am so grateful for what he has done to help me and yet I am not a fan of the pain of the nerves trying to find their partner and reconnect. He asks me if I can stand on it and I say that I no longer wear the boot for 3 am bathroom trips and standing in the shower is now safe. He asks me to stand on it and I gleefully leap up from the exam chair and proudly stand on my foot. He tells me I need to have some x- rays and they will be in in a minute for me. I am beaming. They come to get me and I walk, yes walk to the x-ray room. This is a far cry from the wheelchair I needed to get there, where it hurt to just look at my foot. I gladly apply pressure to my foot for the x-rays. I skillfully change direction and positions with my foot. I am on cloud 9. (Not to mention that when they gave me a "belt" with a lead cape to wear around my waist for protection from possible pregnancy <the Virgin Mary has a better chance of being pregnant than me>, it went around my waist and even had extra when fastened. This would not have happened all those pounds ago). I walk back to my exam room and wait. I can hear the Dr in the hall, here he comes...Damn, went next door.
In walks the Dr and he is smiling. Could it be? Am I ready to be bootless? Can I now wear matching shoes? Can I move my seat back to my original comfy position when I drive? Can I go to the gym. He pulls up my x-rays and we look at them. He is happy with them. The pinky toe has knitted nicely, albeit it with a huge chunk of bone missing. He says that since the bones are arched, the weight bearing part will be fine. The toe next to the pinky toe has also knitted nicely and there is a much smaller chunk of bone missing. The bone didn't line up perfectly, however he is happy with it. He says I don't have to see him anymore, this is as good as it gets. He laughs and says, I know you love me, but we are done. I sputter and then grin. Grin like a Cheshire Cat. I ask about going to the gym and he tells me that I can go. NO weight bearing exercises, NO squats (damn...NOT), and NO CALF RAISES! The calf raises were the exercise that cost me these 4 months. I said I don't see me doing calf raises until I am about 104 years old. I am so happy. The Dr said since my foot is still so stiff, I can transition slowly from boot to sneaker. He said if I am going to be shopping at Costco for a few hours, to wear the boot. Take it easy and if in 3-4 months it is not better, come back and see him. As wonderful and as appreciative I am of him and all his help to get me to this point, I never want to see his office again. If I should see him while I am out walking it matching shoes, that is a whole other story.
I practically float out of the office and skip to my car, skip as well as one can in a boot that doesn't let your foot bend. I hop in the car and sit there for a few minutes truly appreciating the news I just got. I went back over the last 4 months in my mind. The devastation of possible surgery, the depression, the anger, the being on bed rest for 3 months, the pain, oh god the pain, the immobility, the anger from my husband, the not being able to take my son to school, my wonderful friend Judi that stepped in to get Nathan back and forth to school for months, the halting of my gym workouts, the not eating well, the whole horrible, ugly, painful, depressing, 4 months. I am so grateful that those months are behind me, that I now can start looking forward again. I have so many plans for this year and now I can start making those plans happen.
Thursday January 9th, 2013 is the day I pick up where I left off. I hope you will all come along with me on my journey.
My appointment was for 9 am and apparently everyone hurt themselves over the weekend and I was not called back until about 9:45. I was so nervous when they called my name, my heart was just about beating out of my chest. I walked back to the exam room and answered the usual questions and gleefully took off my boot, ready for the Dr to pronounce me ready to hit the gym.
The Dr comes in and asks how it feels. I tell him that it is stiff and tires easily, however it feels great! The only pain I have is where he had to slice my foot open to drain it. He laughs and says I probably want to punch him. I tell him it is a double edge sword. I am so grateful for what he has done to help me and yet I am not a fan of the pain of the nerves trying to find their partner and reconnect. He asks me if I can stand on it and I say that I no longer wear the boot for 3 am bathroom trips and standing in the shower is now safe. He asks me to stand on it and I gleefully leap up from the exam chair and proudly stand on my foot. He tells me I need to have some x- rays and they will be in in a minute for me. I am beaming. They come to get me and I walk, yes walk to the x-ray room. This is a far cry from the wheelchair I needed to get there, where it hurt to just look at my foot. I gladly apply pressure to my foot for the x-rays. I skillfully change direction and positions with my foot. I am on cloud 9. (Not to mention that when they gave me a "belt" with a lead cape to wear around my waist for protection from possible pregnancy <the Virgin Mary has a better chance of being pregnant than me>, it went around my waist and even had extra when fastened. This would not have happened all those pounds ago). I walk back to my exam room and wait. I can hear the Dr in the hall, here he comes...Damn, went next door.
In walks the Dr and he is smiling. Could it be? Am I ready to be bootless? Can I now wear matching shoes? Can I move my seat back to my original comfy position when I drive? Can I go to the gym. He pulls up my x-rays and we look at them. He is happy with them. The pinky toe has knitted nicely, albeit it with a huge chunk of bone missing. He says that since the bones are arched, the weight bearing part will be fine. The toe next to the pinky toe has also knitted nicely and there is a much smaller chunk of bone missing. The bone didn't line up perfectly, however he is happy with it. He says I don't have to see him anymore, this is as good as it gets. He laughs and says, I know you love me, but we are done. I sputter and then grin. Grin like a Cheshire Cat. I ask about going to the gym and he tells me that I can go. NO weight bearing exercises, NO squats (damn...NOT), and NO CALF RAISES! The calf raises were the exercise that cost me these 4 months. I said I don't see me doing calf raises until I am about 104 years old. I am so happy. The Dr said since my foot is still so stiff, I can transition slowly from boot to sneaker. He said if I am going to be shopping at Costco for a few hours, to wear the boot. Take it easy and if in 3-4 months it is not better, come back and see him. As wonderful and as appreciative I am of him and all his help to get me to this point, I never want to see his office again. If I should see him while I am out walking it matching shoes, that is a whole other story.
I practically float out of the office and skip to my car, skip as well as one can in a boot that doesn't let your foot bend. I hop in the car and sit there for a few minutes truly appreciating the news I just got. I went back over the last 4 months in my mind. The devastation of possible surgery, the depression, the anger, the being on bed rest for 3 months, the pain, oh god the pain, the immobility, the anger from my husband, the not being able to take my son to school, my wonderful friend Judi that stepped in to get Nathan back and forth to school for months, the halting of my gym workouts, the not eating well, the whole horrible, ugly, painful, depressing, 4 months. I am so grateful that those months are behind me, that I now can start looking forward again. I have so many plans for this year and now I can start making those plans happen.
Thursday January 9th, 2013 is the day I pick up where I left off. I hope you will all come along with me on my journey.
