I figured that since I had to actually type in my blog log-in info that I was overdue for a posting.
My life is still crap only worse. Honestly not sure if I blogged about my visit to the podiatrist but since I still have pent up anxiety over the whole deal, chances are, I didn’t vent on you guys. I don’t think anxiety is exactly the right word but we’re going to go with that until I come up with the right one.
So last Thursday I went to see my PCP. The cute one who lets me swear and pretty much do whatever I want in the office. I was missing him (being that I hadn’t seen him in awhile) but mostly I wanted to find out how my foot looked to a trained person and when the hell I could drive.
I was sitting waiting for him on one of those awful hard bed things covered in paper with NO pillow. I was the last appointment of the day and had put in ten hours work already. I was tired and hungry and across the room there were a couple comfortable-looking chairs. I hobbled over and parked myself there and grabbed his stool-on-wheels and propped up my foot and was nearly asleep when he came in. I always forget how good-looking he is. I’m not sure if that’s what made me jump to attention or the fact that I was nearing REM, but either way it made him turn around and he still had a funny look on his face like he was trying to figure out where his patient was.
We talked and he looked at my foot and by that time I was falling asleep again and so was he. He said my foot seemed good but he was concerned about keeping it that way and was very polite about not chewing me out for having walked on it sans crutches for over a week. He knew I didn’t want to go the whole orthopedic route and had a podiatrist buddy and would I at least indulge him and if so, he would set up the appointment at my convenience. Gotta love that guy. It was almost funny how many times he sent the receptionist out to get it set up (three or four anyway.)
Long story short. The next afternoon I saw “Call me Jeff,” the podiatrist guy who was nearly as handsome as his friend, my PCP. (What is it with these guys, do they have a club or something? Not to make them sound any less skilled as medical professionals, but he swears too.) More x-rays, yes it’s a navicular fracture.* He gives me this excrutiatingly snug elastic sleeve that fits from my toes to well above my ankle and this gawd-awful black boot adorned with hardware and velcro and spongy insulation and mylar balloons and even a plug thing for inflating. Criminy. It goes clear up to my knee and PD said it must weigh about 4 pounds. Oh yeah, and strict orders to use the crutches.
Thought you might enjoy this snippet of conversation between Jeff and his receptionist as I was setting up my follow-up appointment.
Nancy (speaking loudly to Jeff who was in the adjoining room): “When would you like to see Linda again?”
Jeff: What’s my schedule look like the week of the 18th?
Nancy: No go, you’ll be in Mexico.
Jeff: Mexico??? For what?
Nancy: That wedding.
Jeff: Wedding? That’s not Mexico, it’s New Mexico.
Nancy (still studying calendar, slightly irritated by now): Same thing… Linda can you be here the 28th at 5:45?
So there’s how that went. Only good thing is that Jeff wanted me to take some time off and when I explained the work situation and the OT, he said “Uh. No.” So I’m excused from working more than 8-hour days, at least until the 28. While that would seem to be just the thing to make me a happy camper, all the freakin’ rain we’ve been having has served to dampen my spirits somewhat. Pun intended.
So PD has been chauffeuring my butt to and from work each day. And I keep praying that he has good days so he’ll be up for the task. At least he can get up at 6am to take me instead of 5am. That’s something.
The very worst part was having to cancel a trip to NY which would have been a really great Mother’s Day present for me and Ju to give each other.
* This makes me laugh, as I seem to have a penchant for injuring myself in ways that are normally reserved for athletes. For example, remember when I had that lower thorascic muscle strain that mostly heavy weight lifters get? WTH?