I finally had an MRI of my ankle last Thursday and found out that I had full thickness tears of the talofibular and calcaneofibular ligaments, which I'm definitely not happy about, but at least it explains all the pain and swelling weeks after. An ortho appointment of Friday landed me with the prognosis of: hot pink cast for two weeks, upon which they would remove the cast with hopes of applying an air cast and Lord knows how much PT.
After showing off the new fluorescent accessory to a few friends in the Birthing Center, I went home and took off the walking shoe they had given me to discover the cast wasn't dry when I was sent out of the office and had buckled under the pressure of walking. By 2:30p.m. I was back in the ortho's office having the first cast cut off (with basically a big Dremel with a blade the nurse assured me wasn't going to cut my leg off and "would just tickle a bit"). Dr Blake said "second times a charm I guess", and I decided on neon green for the second cast. After waiting a good 10 minutes to make sure this cast was completely dry I stood up to try and walk on it and it was wrapped too far up on my toes so it cut into me with every step. Second time wasn't a charm, and back to the chopping block I went and a third cast was put on (I stayed with the green). After waiting for adequate dry time I stood up and it fit as well as a cast could fit, I suppose.
For any of you out there who have ever had to were a cast for any period of time, you deserve a gold star. I tend to be a bit on the claustrophobic side anyways, and after not being able to bend my ankle in any direction for about 5 hours I truly thought I was going to lose my mind. They should really prescribe Valium along with a cast...I could have used some! I couldn't sleep, the only way it was comfortable was when I was standing, and what a person has to go through to shower with a cast on. I can't believe some people wear them for up to a year.
God must have been looking out for my mental health, because the silly thing started cracking along the side where my foot would bend to walk, and every time I took a step it would pinch me. So, a few prayers, a much smaller version of the ortho's cast saw that Dillon had in the garage, and about 15 minutes later I was again a free woman...well, at least my ankle. For some reason I never took any pics with it on, but I'll have to dig it out of the trash and post one later.
Today I went back to see Dr. Blake, and since I seem to have the worst luck with casts, he prescribed a walking boot that pretty much does the same thing except: I can shower, move my foot, and I have my sanity back! Still can't work for two weeks because he thinks it will never heal with me up walking on it for hours at a time, but I am feeling much better, and have plans to finish at least one of my classes while I'm off.
After showing off the new fluorescent accessory to a few friends in the Birthing Center, I went home and took off the walking shoe they had given me to discover the cast wasn't dry when I was sent out of the office and had buckled under the pressure of walking. By 2:30p.m. I was back in the ortho's office having the first cast cut off (with basically a big Dremel with a blade the nurse assured me wasn't going to cut my leg off and "would just tickle a bit"). Dr Blake said "second times a charm I guess", and I decided on neon green for the second cast. After waiting a good 10 minutes to make sure this cast was completely dry I stood up to try and walk on it and it was wrapped too far up on my toes so it cut into me with every step. Second time wasn't a charm, and back to the chopping block I went and a third cast was put on (I stayed with the green). After waiting for adequate dry time I stood up and it fit as well as a cast could fit, I suppose.
For any of you out there who have ever had to were a cast for any period of time, you deserve a gold star. I tend to be a bit on the claustrophobic side anyways, and after not being able to bend my ankle in any direction for about 5 hours I truly thought I was going to lose my mind. They should really prescribe Valium along with a cast...I could have used some! I couldn't sleep, the only way it was comfortable was when I was standing, and what a person has to go through to shower with a cast on. I can't believe some people wear them for up to a year.
God must have been looking out for my mental health, because the silly thing started cracking along the side where my foot would bend to walk, and every time I took a step it would pinch me. So, a few prayers, a much smaller version of the ortho's cast saw that Dillon had in the garage, and about 15 minutes later I was again a free woman...well, at least my ankle. For some reason I never took any pics with it on, but I'll have to dig it out of the trash and post one later.
Today I went back to see Dr. Blake, and since I seem to have the worst luck with casts, he prescribed a walking boot that pretty much does the same thing except: I can shower, move my foot, and I have my sanity back! Still can't work for two weeks because he thinks it will never heal with me up walking on it for hours at a time, but I am feeling much better, and have plans to finish at least one of my classes while I'm off.
And Jamie, don't worry, I promise I'll be back to help Aubrey arrive into this world. I can't wait!!
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Holy crap. I can't believe you had to have your cast put on three times and even that was a fail. Glad you have something better now, though!
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