The Foot Bone's Connected...

by Carine Nadel • Member { View Profile }

I wasn’t going anywhere until our celebration was over.
We said goodnight and gave the parents caution of "Drive safe" and went home. I tried the icepacks on all the injured limbs. All felt better, save one-the foot.
"Honey, take me to the ER"
"Why, you just twisted it, you’ll be better tomorrow morning"

"Not this time, I’m pretty sure I broke it" He was not happy, since he decided to get into his pj’s. But, he re-dressed and took me to the hospital. Got me a wheelchair and I checked in.
Guess what?
After the initial questions and x-rays, the doctor came in and told me I had indeed broken my metatarsal. "But if you had to break your foot, this was how to do it"

I mentioned my rather pesky joints, but after putting me in a temporary splint (swelling had to come down), he still gave me crutches. By the next afternoon and a full day of work, my foot hurt less than the rest of my joints. In fact, I winced everytime a trip to the ladies room became necessary. By nightfall, crying didn’t seem silly at all.

Thankfully, we are a frugal and ecologically-minded family. My sister, who had an accident at the beginning of the year and had to use a walker, brought it over for me to reuse. Finally got in to see the orthopedic 5 days after the initial incident.

They re-xrayed my now purple and still swollen foot. I told my husband before hand "thank goodness, they’ll give me one of those lovely velcro boots, and except for the driving, I’ll be back to normal"

Murphy’s Law struck again!

The doctor said I broke 2 bones, not one.   Plus, as an added bonus, where it was broken required me to have absolutely no weight on the foot for the next 6-8 weeks! He was putting me in a cast and I would have to keep using the walker!

I told him honestly "This was not the plan. You are supposed to give me a boot and then I walk out of here and back to my busy existence"

He told me honestly "no, if you don’t listen, surgery is in your future"

Okay, okay, I understood.  

So I picked out hot pink for the cast. I sat there and let them add 5 pounds to my little frame. And I let my significantly better half put me back into the wheel chair and back home.

Yes, the foot bone’s connected to the funnybone, but sometimes it just takes a very long time before you can remember that particular point.

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