Dear Readers

I made it to the ortho and back yesterday, thanks to Papa Joe D who came down Monday night to take me to the appointment. Note: I keep wanting to write/say “vet appointment”. Not sure if that’s from spending too much time with the critters or a reflection of how dependent I feel on everyone else right now.

My left foot is now in this lovely space boot:

I can drive and hobble around and I still have the crutches from CNKelly to use as needed. I even came back to work today, and I just took about 4 baby steps on the actual boot. Other than those trial steps, I’ve been wheeling around in my office chair, which is pretty fun.

For those who are interested in such things, the technical papers indicate I have a closed longitudinal oblique fracture of the 5^th metatarsal without significant angulation or displacement. From what I could glean via the interwebs, that means it broke all the way across, diagonally, but it was a clean break with no little extra pieces floating around in there, it’s not so out of place as to need to be manipulated back into place, and most importantly, it didn’t break through the skin (which is good because I probably would have passed out if I had seen that sticking out of my foot). I don’t know if this is standard for the type of break or just lucky in my case, but the doc also said this fracture could heal on its own without any need for being set or pinned, so the boot is mainly for support and protection. That is the best news of all because I can take it off as I please and that means I can bathe, which is another thing you really don’t appreciate until it’s no longer an option. The doctor prescribed 3 weeks of physical therapy but I haven’t called yet to set that up.

So even though this entire episode has been and continues to be a total PITA, I keep finding things to be thankful for. Like the fact that I don’t have a borked foot and have to still walk 5 miles to fetch a jug of water or have a borked foot and still have to run from animals that are trying to eat me, or have a borked foot and still have to plow the fields or hunt and gather for my food. And that I have a television to watch while I lie around feeling sorry for myself. So yeah. I try to look on the bright side as much as possible.

But I am really, really tired, so you can still keep feeling sorry for myself. Hee!

Love,

-Erin