Whining about the foot
Okay, so I've been good about not whining (and did I mention in my last post that I can be dramatic?) So now, I'm going to whine. This broken foot thing is a pain in the ass. Seriously.
You don't realize until something like this happens how much you take for granted. I walk fast. I bound down stairs. I dance to music I like. Or, I USED to. Can't do that now.
On top of that, it's been eight weeks since I've put this boot (or walking cast) on. EIGHT WEEKS!! All the web sites say 6-8 weeks, with eight being the end time. Yet I'm still having problems.
I've got a great doctor. Doctor of Podiatry Medicine, all that. Nice guy. Young, intelligent, witty. Kind of cute too. Seems to know what he's doing. Yet my foot is still swollen (won't fit in my shoes, and today was the day I got to take off the cast and put on regular, albeit flat-soled shoes). But since I couldn't, I called the doctor's office yesterday to ask the nurse if that was normal, she said she'd ask the doctor and call me back. He ended up calling me back (nearly setting off a riot in my office, btw - he has a great phone voice and when my female employee answered the phone, she was practically shrieking about this debonair, suave, Pierce Brosnan sounding voice on the phone!) He told me to go buy compressive stockings (like older people wear.) So I did, even though they cost $32. I wore them today. My foot actually HURT. Not discomfort, like I told the doctor. But ached and HURT.
Wah. (I know you're thinking, what a whiney-baby, but wait until it happens to you!)
I was so looking forward to shoes. Real shoes. Not a ten pound, cast iron boot. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but bear with me.
And, because I a) don't want the doctor to think I'm insane, I can't call back and ask if it's normal for these compressive stockings to make my foot hurt and b) don't want to risk setting off another round of women going nuts over this guy's voice, I will wait until Tuesday, when I have an appointment.
But still, I want my foot back.
Lots of reasons, some of them listed above, some of them utterly feminine and sort of silly, like this. I got the Victoria's Secret annual shoe sale catalog (I know, they're not known for shoes, but I buy a lot of stuff from them and they actually have KILLER shoes.) I can't buy shoes now, especially heels, which I adore.
Okay, so I'm whining. Sorrrrrrrry. But heck, where else can I whine?
Will keep you posted.
You don't realize until something like this happens how much you take for granted. I walk fast. I bound down stairs. I dance to music I like. Or, I USED to. Can't do that now.
On top of that, it's been eight weeks since I've put this boot (or walking cast) on. EIGHT WEEKS!! All the web sites say 6-8 weeks, with eight being the end time. Yet I'm still having problems.
I've got a great doctor. Doctor of Podiatry Medicine, all that. Nice guy. Young, intelligent, witty. Kind of cute too. Seems to know what he's doing. Yet my foot is still swollen (won't fit in my shoes, and today was the day I got to take off the cast and put on regular, albeit flat-soled shoes). But since I couldn't, I called the doctor's office yesterday to ask the nurse if that was normal, she said she'd ask the doctor and call me back. He ended up calling me back (nearly setting off a riot in my office, btw - he has a great phone voice and when my female employee answered the phone, she was practically shrieking about this debonair, suave, Pierce Brosnan sounding voice on the phone!) He told me to go buy compressive stockings (like older people wear.) So I did, even though they cost $32. I wore them today. My foot actually HURT. Not discomfort, like I told the doctor. But ached and HURT.
Wah. (I know you're thinking, what a whiney-baby, but wait until it happens to you!)
I was so looking forward to shoes. Real shoes. Not a ten pound, cast iron boot. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but bear with me.
And, because I a) don't want the doctor to think I'm insane, I can't call back and ask if it's normal for these compressive stockings to make my foot hurt and b) don't want to risk setting off another round of women going nuts over this guy's voice, I will wait until Tuesday, when I have an appointment.
But still, I want my foot back.
Lots of reasons, some of them listed above, some of them utterly feminine and sort of silly, like this. I got the Victoria's Secret annual shoe sale catalog (I know, they're not known for shoes, but I buy a lot of stuff from them and they actually have KILLER shoes.) I can't buy shoes now, especially heels, which I adore.
Okay, so I'm whining. Sorrrrrrrry. But heck, where else can I whine?
Will keep you posted.
posted by Karen Whiddon at 6:55 PM
2 Comments:
Karen, you are NOT whining! That sounds really awful! Even if your doc is cute, he's not doing a thing for your foot! Please, please go get a second opinion. I'm afraid you might have to have surgery, but if going under the knife makes it so that you can dance and bounce again, it will be worth it!
Hey, I don't think it's the doctor. I think I'm just impatient.
To clarify, at first this doctor recommended surgery. I saw the first x-ray and the bones were totally separated. He had me get a CT-scan and after he reviewed that, he decided he could fix it without surgery. I had the one fracture with separation, one hairline fracture, and the broken toe. He had me wear the boot for 8 weeks so far, he's said all people heal differently. I see him every three weeks and they always take x-rays to make sure it's healing properly. The last time I was in, he said it looked healed. I go again Tuesday. My husband always goes with me and we've decided to ask to see the x-rays this next time, so we can see how it's healed (and make sure it's not messed up.) The doctor seemed to think the swelling was normal. My husband thinks so too.
So, we'll see what happens Tuesday and if the problems continue, I may go see another doctor. But my hubby says I'm trying to rush it. The pharmacist at the Walgreens where I got the compression stockings cautioned me not to rush it either; he said it would be the biggest mistake I could make.
Oh, and believe me, even if this doctor looked like Pierce Brosnan, which he doesn't, if I felt he was compromising my health, I would find another doctor. So far, I have complete confidence in him, he hasn't asked me to do anything unreasonable.
Thanks though, for your concern!
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