Tuesday, March 18, 2008

And Now We're Back To My Foot

Today I left the house for the first time since I went to the Urgent Care on Friday to find out that my foot is broken. Today's destination was also the doctor's. This time to an orthopedic surgeon. I expected one of two things from the surgeon:

1. Walk in the office and say something to the effect of, "I took a look at your x-rays and your foot is not broken. You should expect to feel better in the next few days and I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused you. Go home, enjoy a few more days of healing and rest, and then resume normal living. Don't worry about all that silly 6-8 weeks of healing nonsense you were originally told."

2. Walk in the office and say, "Hey, I took a look at your xrays and your foot is broken. However, I can do a very simple outpatient procedure that will not be very invasive and will have you back up and around very soon."

However, neither of these two options were offered to me. Instead, all they offered me was a big, ugly stormtrooper-looking boot. However as the nurse tried to put it on me, I broke down and started crying-- it was that painful to try to make my foot go in the right way. I can't explain it very well except to say that the angle of the boot caused a lot of pressure on the bone in my foot that is broken. I couldn't stand it so they removed it and re-wrapped my foot in an Ace bandage and sent me home.

Exactly the way I came in.

That was not what I was looking for. I came seeking a miracle cure-- a way out-- and I found more of the same. I left feeling like a balloon someone had just let all the air out of. I am still trying to figure out the same thing I was trying to figure out on Friday-- how can I do this? How can we do this for six weeks? I know that once I can tolerate the boot on my foot (they want me to try it again in a week) I will have more mobility. But I will still be in pain and will not enjoy "normal life" that I had before breaking my foot.

I hope to have a better perspective tomorrow. But for today I am throwing myself a pity party with a guest list of one. I invited my husband, but he didn't want to attend. Imagine that.
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ange said...

Oh Marybeth I would gladly join in a pity party, can I bring ice cream or swiss cakes? Maybe some jalapeno dip and chips? Oh and don't forget the Pepsi, that is for me, if you want something let me know! I am willing to travel to enjoy a good party ;)

MaryLu said...

I'm so sorry about your foot. My Chels just broke her arm and is so pitiful right now.
Why can't they just cast the durn thing and be done with it, it sounds so drawn out and painful.
Lifting you up in prayer, you and your family as they take up the slack.

Joyful said...

Marybeth, I haven't been back to your blog in a couple of days - but I have been praying for you - even this morning during my quiet time. So sorry to hear that your Dr's appointment didn't go as hoped. I just feel like having a good cry for you!! Praying the Lord will send those around you to help encourage your heart and help you through this. (Living in Canada makes my availability pretty impossible, or I'd be bringing you a meal - and a box of Kleenex.)

May the Lord bless you with His presence in a special way today!