Monday, February 09, 2009
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
About a week before Christmas Eve, I woke up with some foot pain. I ignored it, because that's how I roll. One week later, I ran to my house because it was cold outside and I noticed that my foot was hurting more. I decided to go to bed early, because I love sleeping and believe in its magical healing powers. I woke up at 3:30 am on the morning before Christmas Eve with horrible throbbing pain. Pain so bad that it made me cry, which is unusual for me. I figured that I had fractured it, so after consulting with my insurance book (yay managed care!) I found that it would be cheaper for me to go to the ER to get an x-ray than for me to go to urgent care. So I went to the ER at 4:30 am and got x-rayed. The ER doc couldn't see anything on the x-ray, but he gave me crutches and told me to stay off of it until I could visit a podiatrist.
The hospital is out of my network (again, yay managed care), so I had to find my own podiatrist referral. By the grace of God she was able to get me in the next day, on Christmas Eve. She did an exam (ow) and took more x-rays and found a fracture. I have a fractured tibial sessamoid bone, which according to my good friend the internets apparently never heals well if at all. Things are bleak, my friends. I have to stay off the stupid thing for six weeks. I am doing well at this about 75% of the time. At work and for longer distances I use a scooter thing since crutches are painful. I still use the crutches as needed, though. I can only drive very short distances and that still hurts a bit. I am definitely discouraged about the prognosis, but I am taking a bunch of vitamin C and will also start calcium this week in an effort to speed up my healing.
Did I mention that this is my very first broken bone? Pretty crazy considering that I fall down all the time...