This morning when I called to make an appointment for Friday, I was informed that doctor didn't take my insurance. Wha...? But, the doctor down the road in NN did take my insurance, however, they had to get me in ASAP--as a squeeze in. Okey dokey. I called Nana and begged her to come babysit (which she readily did--thank you, Nan!) and B and I hit the road.
Since I was a squeeze in, I really didn't get much face time with Dr. P. However, what I did get to see of him was nice. He came across as a lovely man who knew his stuff. He looked at my x-rays and said his first impression yesterday was spot on. The bone is broken straight through. He said there is a 2 mm allowance for a break where they will just let it knit itself. My break was right at the allowable size, however, there is quite a jagged edge that made him uncomfortable and said if it was his break he would want it repaired.
I agreed, knowing all the trouble I've had with this ankle since that first injury when I was 16. I told him I've had trouble off and on, that I'm quick to roll this one and that I have a tendency to strike with the outside of my foot before I flatten it out when walking. I told him I thought it would be best for the stability of this ankle to go ahead and repair it so I'm scheduled for surgery Monday evening. He told me he could go ahead and clean up the cartilage while he's in there. Nice!
Unfortunately, as I said, I didn't get to spend much time with him beyond that. So, I have no idea of prognosis, how long I'll be off my feet or anything else. I figure I'll get all that info come Monday evening post surgery. It is to be outpatient and I'll definitely be knocked out as I can't imagine going in for surgery and being awake. :shudder:
I don't wanna, but if it's going to make everything better, I'm game. I suppose I have to be. ;o)
I hate feeling out of control of my life. I have control issues. Why do you think I drive everywhere?? B has to drive. I have to sit and let others do. I have a hard time asking for help. I know others want to help and don't mind, but I hate being an imposition. I'm used to being the strong one, the one who steps in to help others, not the one who is in need of help. I know asking for help isn't a sign of weakness. I do. I just don't want to put anyone out by asking.
When the shoe is on the other foot, when I'm the one offering the assistance, I'm more than happy to do so. I don't feel it's an imposition at all and am glad to be able to help. I'm sure others feel the same way, but I'm having a hard time convincing myself that.
The ankle isn't that painful. I've had some swelling and throbbing today since I wasn't able to elevate and ice it like I wanted to. I'm still in a splint until after surgery (oh that gives me a bought of butterflies just thinking about it). My arms are quivery and sore from the crutches. This part I remember from 19 years ago. Yuck. Of course, I was about 65 pounds lighter then too...my arms are not happy having to haul around my bulky carcass.
Since I'm to put NO weight on my foot, I'm stuck with the crutches until I hear otherwise. I'm desperate for a walker or cane or something else. Oh well. Actually, I want a rolling scooter thingy (I have no idea what that thing is called). You kneel on it with your bum leg and roll around. I think that may be the way to go with regards to keeping up with Beanie.
I'm also going to talk to Bev to see if maybe Angelica would like to come over for a couple hours in the morning up to lunchtime to help out with Bean. I have to get in a mother's helper or something. There's no way we can all survive this otherwise. :oS
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Sparklies:
1. Everyone helping out yesterday and today. Thank you all! The neighbors have volunteered to help out as well. It's amazing how wonderful everyone is!
2. My honey made me BLTs for supper. :drool: We made the bacon in the oven! Thank you, Pinterest and Martha. ;o) And, honey is now downstairs cleaning the kitchen. Oh, and he hung up my shirts. He's a good guy. I feel so guilty about him working all day and having to come home and work some more. :o(
3. The humidity is down--not that I got to enjoy it much. :oS
4. Pillows. They're so good for propping and elevating.
No milestones.
7 comments:
Rach, Jaydee told me about your injury and made sure that I came along and checked out your blog. Loved the story of the pinata... sorry it wasn't true and I think you need to check what you are feeding Fred and George :-) Jaydee has had trouble with her ankle because she didn't get it fixed... so... getting it fixed is absolutely the right thing to do. Stay off that foot! Do you hear? :-) As for the control issues.... maybe the universe is trying to let you know that you need to let go every once in a while. Big hugs
Lou
Oh girl. I understand where you are at completely with the driver, helper and whatnot. :raising hand high: I'm that over here. I understand feeling weird asking for help because you know how busy people are and don't want folks to feel obligated. However, people are offering and not feeling obligated. You have helped and watched and baked and friended. They are being kind. Believe me, if the shoe was on the other foot, you would be right there.
It isn't icky to stay awake for a surgery. I did when I had the middle of my knee reconstructed and I even watched it on my own private TV. I talked with the doctor the whole time and was thankful to have the opportunity to know everything going on. I felt in control of that and I was good with it. Other than knowing that my leg was hanging off the edge of the table, I felt nothing. And yes, I had holes drilled into a few of my bones (femur and tibula?) as well as having staples ker-tunked in and I was fine. Just an FYI. I don't like the fuzzy after feeling from anesthetic. I did get knocked out for the wisdom teeth. Couldn't imagine that without. :scrunchy face:
The church probably has a scooter thing that you could borrow or a nice older folk that would be happy to lend one. (Or a family clearing parental house.) Check with them. Ooo, and I'm sure you could get a sexy bedside potty, too. We could buy you a fuzzy carpeted lid cover for it and everything. Just think about how cool you are. You would be a step above ensuite, yes? ;) I kid. I kid. Someone has to.
B is officially in charge of Monday evening update. I demand it. I mean, it's not like he'll be busy doing anything else . . . He's a good guy, he is.
Girl, I am definitely going to be praying that you can find the strength to be okay with taking help. I know when I had my down time with the surgery/staph infection and then my busted ankle last October/ November/ December, I was feeling the same way. It was not my cup of tea to take help for the littlest things.
I had my tumor surgery awake because my insurance wasn't going to pay for my surgery and I was being a tightwad as I had to pay for it all, but I cannot imagine having surgery on a bone without some sleepy drugs. :)
I'm praying!!!! If there would be anything I could do from here, I will do it in a HEARTBEAT!!!
Rach! I am so so so sorry about the ankle! I don't know what we'd do around here if I was out of action or at least hobbling around on crutches (which btw totally suck!)
I wish I could do something to help out but just know I'm sending you the most positive vibes I can muster. I'll be thinking about you Monday.
Hang in there! You totally rock!
When I was in middle school/freshman in highschool we lived on a cul-de-sac with military families full of kiddos. One summer a new family moved in and the Dad was immediately deployed on his huey carrier (Norfolk NAS). While the movers were over the Mom tripped on a moving strap and broke her ankle. She had 4 kids under the age of 5, no husband and broken bone. My mom immediately offered me up and thus began a 3 year journey of being her mother's helper, even after her leg healed and Dad came home. So my advice, find one and treat her well, she'll stick with you!
Ahh...control issues. Right there with you sister!!! I pray all goes well and that you're back on your feet (literally) in no time. Yay for those who are there to help you. Yum for Brien making BLT's! Hang in there friend!
Rachael,
this is Lawrence, the scotter things are called knee scooters/walkers or leg scooters. You can check online, I think Amazon sells them. But you can also check Craigslist or ebay for used ones. Many people buy one and then afterwards want to get rid of it so there is a big used market out there where you can get one for a reasonable price. I'm sorry for you injury....I feel for you on the whole ankle issue, I have a weak ankle also. Hope the surgery goes well and that you have a speedy recovery...sorry won't be seeing you for "Steppin Out" when Robin and I head down to Blacksburg...Love to you and your family.
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