So it's been a rather long time since I wrote something on this blog. It's not that I had nothing to say...God knows I always have something to rant about. It's just that I felt any comments from my current state of mind would sound pitiful. You see I have been a bit sad lately. No need to focus on that though. I am back and I am going to try to make this work yet again. I have been blogging for another site and try to post daily. Seems to be working so let's see what we can do here.
I want to talk about mobility. Odd subject to jump back on the track with but you see I recently broke my foot and it is a daily challenge. I'd like to say that the injury was due to some amazing feat: saving a child from a burning building, foiling a mugging from getting grandma's purse or even getting a cat from a tree. I'd also like to say that I was doing something fun when it happen: skydiving, dancing, entertaining. But no those would all be lies. I broke my foot falling down the stairs. No high heels, no cocktails, no running, no heavy carrying, no nothing. Just a simple misstep and a lot of pain.
Immediately following the fall, I sat on the bottom of the stairs crying. The boys never came to find me. So I picked myself and found them. I swore it was broken, but took a couple of aspirin and applied ice. That night we had tickets to see "The Screwtape Letters" performed at UB's Center for Performing Arts. I really did not want to miss it. By the end of the performance, I could not walk. The next day I awoke and looked at my foot. I giant eggplant, color and size had replaced my ankle and foot.
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| My right foot or a bizarre eggplant? |
Yes that is my giant foot and ankle. Hideous. Obviously I needed the ER. Off we went and after xrays confirming I had broken my 5th metatarsal and severely sprained my ankle, we were home with pain meds. The next day I drove myself to Excelsior to get it checked out. Talk of pins, casts and restrictions were making me insane. They put on a camel walker or air cast and I drove home against orders. Two days later my foot could hold no pressure, I was crying all the time and off I went back to Excelsior. This time I needed a ride. Three cheers for mom and dad, who saved the day yet again.
Seeing the podiatrist was a different experience than my first time seeing the PA. The podiatrist told me what the deal was, why it was so painful, what I could expect and orders for how to live for the next three weeks. He put on a hard cast, forbid me to drive and instructed me to elevate it as much as possible.
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| Why neon green? |
Everyone asks why neon green? Great question. Because I wanted out, I was annoyed and handled a color palette of about 40 shades. I told the guy to choose one. He picked pink - I said anything but pink. And there you have it.
I know I am a baby but I hate this. It hurts. If it feels better, I walk on it and then it swells and then it looks like bread rising over the cast. The cast can't get wet so shower time includes a plastic bag and tape concoction. I can't drive but on the rare occasion I have to - it is painful.
Another week or so and the hard cast can be replaced with the camel walking cast for another 2 to 3 weeks. When I asked the doctor about getting back into those stilettos, he informed me that it could take months for my swollen ankle to heal and that we were a long way off from considering pumps.
We'll see about that one!
