On March 11, I was in the Emergency Room because I fell down the steps. I thought I reached the bottom, but apparently I had not. I rolled my right foot. I heard the crunch. I knew it was bad.
I lay on the floor on my back and elevated my foot on the overstuffed chair where I landed. Breathing through the pain, I contemplated how I would alert my mom; she lives just across the porch. My cell phone wasn’t in my pocket, I wasn’t even sure exactly where I left it. I wouldn’t even attempt to stand. No way.
I couldn’t lay there until she found me, she doesn’t always come over. Wendell wouldn’t be home for 2 hours, and he doesn’t get out of the van by himself. So, I crawled off in search of my cell phone. I quickly realized I would not be able to get to a standing position to reach my phone if it was in the charger. Think, think…duh, land line. I could pull myself up onto the couch and reach the land line.
Within minutes, my mom was getting ice for my foot which was already turning purple. With only 2 hours before Wendell was due home, I knew we could not get to the ER and back in time. Soooo, I had to text DJ. 30 minutes later, we were on our way to the hospital.
As I filled out the paper work, it struck me…one of the questions asked about previous surgeries. Exactly 15 years ago, I was in the hospital having a C-section to deliver Wendell! Happy Birthday Wendell!
Three hours after my fall, I was sent home with crutches, a disk with my X-rays, and an appointment the next day to see my podiatrist/orthopedic surgeon. Other than when I first fell, I have had very little to no pain, much to the surprise of anyone who sees the X-rays.
The doctor said my break was not so severe that I required surgery; I was one patient she was able to offer the option of surgery, or cast and wait. Based on my experience with anesthesia (read the story here), I opted cast and wait. I was fitted for a hard boot cast with manual air pump to add compression. I return in a month for new X-rays.
Barely a week into this, I have sore shoulders from throwing my weight around on the crutches. My left thigh and hamstring muscles ache from scooting up and down the steps. I can hardly pull myself to standing when I get to the top of the steps from fatigue. By the time I am out of this cast, I will be well sculpted for summer; except for my right leg. Although, the weight of this boot can substitute for an ankle weight and I can do leg lifts. And it will be just in time for spring planting. So perhaps, there is some positive to come from this rotten experience after all!