Das Boot Part Deux

YOU GUYS.

Today I said goodbye to my cast and hello again to Das Boot!

Das Boot

*chair dance*

And more good news from my doc. My ankle is looking great! (Ok, really, it looks like a gross rainbow, but medical-wise, it’s looking good). Incisions are healing well. Doc says I’ve been doing everything right. Wahoo! I can start putting weight on my foot as tolerated and in a week or two I can start weaning off the crutches!

*chair dance*

There’s even more good news! I can go to my friend’s wedding Saturday (just the ceremony, but still, wahoo!). I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to attend. Oh, AND, I was cleared to start working part-time from home next week and then to head back to the office (as tolerated) on the 25th! SQUEE! You guys, I was so worried I was going to be out of the office for another month (which I would not be able to afford).

So, overall, today was pretty awesome. Oh, and I got to go to Target again. You know what that means.

Motorized cart at Target
Motorized cart at Target
Wheee!
Wheee!

WARNING: Graphic photos in links below!

For those of you curious (and have a strong stomach), here’s a photo of the outside of my left ankle. It’s where the ligaments were repaired. Here’s a photo of the inside of my ankle, which is where the screw was inserted to repair a fracture. I’m not sure which side they went in to remove the bone spurs. Not like it matters when looking at gross photos of my foot.

 

 

Das boot

Just when you think things can’t get worse… they do. I am a walking limping example of Murphy’s Law.

Things were progressing well with my ankle. The swelling was down, the lump of scar tissue/fluid was barely there. Then, as I was walking to the car Sunday afternoon, my ankle gave out on me and I fell… hard. I felt something “go” in my ankle. Not sure if it was a snap, rip or whatever. But something happened that shouldn’t have happened.

I stayed off my foot the rest of the night and have been nursing it with ibuprofen, ice and continued to wear my brace.

But as each day passed, it got worse. The pain intensified. There’s a constant pain, just varying in intensity. Walking hurts. Sitting hurts. Everything hurts.

So I went back to my ortho today. Another set of x-rays showed a couple new spurs, but thankfully no fractures. In order to stabilize my ankle, I was given a fancy aircast boot. It’s huge. But it’s keeping things in place, so I guess there’s that.

My ortho guy (he’s a PA – so he’s not a doctor, but I don’t really know how to refer to him except for as my ortho guy) said that if things don’t get better in the next 2-3 weeks, he will order an MRI and refer me to an ankle/foot specialist where we will discuss the next steps. There’s a possibility I have a torn tendon. AWESOME.

I thought I had hit a low earlier this month, but I’ve hit an even lower low.

Will I ever run again? I HAVEN’T RAN SINCE JULY 22. That’s more than three months. I feel like I’ve lost my identity. I’ve lost three months of my life to the never-healing ankle.

I don’t know what comes next, but I do know that today, I will eat (and drink) some feelings. And maybe, just maybe, some of yours as well.