Another Foot Picture

My foot did seem to be swollen more than it should have been for a bruise. But I kept feeling better and better. I was feeling so well, we went to the zoo for a couple of hours on Tuesday, the 22^nd. My foot felt pretty good and I was able to walk with very little pain. We had fun, and Becca enjoyed the fish, monkeys, elephants, and the carousal. We made it back in time for afternoon school. Our trip to the zoo was our school field trip for September.

That evening, around dinner time, my foot started to ache. It didn’t just throb; it hurt no matter what I did. A week earlier, I had scheduled a trip to the doctor for the 23^rd to see if I was well enough to go back to work. When the doctor saw my foot, he decided to have an X-ray done. How do you say, BROKEN ANKLE! The X-ray tech wouldn’t even let me walk back to the doctor’s office, she had to put me in a wheelchair and take me there. The doctor put me in the boot you see and told me to leave it on even when I slept. I thought, “Ya, like that is going to happen.”

I was able to drive home, and my foot did feel better in the boot. However, I did take it off to sleep, but after 20 minutes out of the boot, the foot started to hurt again, so I put the boot back on. I slept ok, but I kept waking up when I would hit myself with the boot.

The doctor made an appointment for me with an Orthopedic doctor for Friday morning, and I drove there while Marty picked up Jacqueline and JD. They stayed with us until Saturday morning. The doctor said that I did indeed have a broken ankle, but that it was in a good spot. There was no need to cast it, and I could wear the boot as long as I wanted, as long as the pain was there. When I thought I didn’t need it, I could take it off. He said that I would need to do therapy on my ankle. He said to draw the ABC’s with my foot, and do that about 3 times a day. I asked him if I was supposed to use a pencil or an ink pen, and he went on to explain that I just needed to draw them in the air. I hate it when people don’t get my humor!!

He did say that I would not be working for at least the next two weeks. Really glad that I have enough sick leave to handle this. What an adventure this has turned out to be. Who knew riding a motorcycle would have such long lasting effects on a person? (Duh……….from Marty!)