At Least Your Toes Look Pretty

I'm calling yesterday "Groundhog Day for the Boot."

Went to the ortho surgeon for a(nother) follow-up appointment to see if the perpetual boot wearing and physical therapy was actually helping my ankle.

Long story short - it's not.

Doc poked and prodded my ankle (and it hurt like HELL). Then he tells me to stand on my toes on BOTH feet. No problem. Then he says, "OK pick up your left foot so you're ONLY standing on your right foot."

Nope.
Not gonna happen.
I can't stand on my toes on my right foot.

So doc says "well, I would normally recommend that brace you got four years ago but I know you don't like it." No, I hate it.

And then he says "so let's so SIX MORE WEEKS of the boot and physical therapy." (Hence the Groundhog Day reference...the boot saw its shadow and I'm stuck in it for six more weeks).

And if that doesn't work? Then we talk about an MRI and possibly surgery.

I'm stuck in this effin' boot for six more weeks. But, as everyone is so keen to point on, at least my toes look pretty.

Fell Off My Unicorn

Yes you read that right.

I fell off my unicorn.

Or at least that's what I'm going to tell people for the next TWO WEEKS when they ask why I'm on crutches.

I'm sick and tired of trying to explain why I'm on crutches.

This is why I'm "out of commission" right now: Four long years ago I was "training" for a 5K and I was also on antibiotics (ciproflaxin to be exact) ... and I partially ruptured my Achilles tendon. That injury didn't heal properly and it ended up causing Achilles tendonitis, plantar fasciitis, and post tibular tendonitis. Fast-foward to right here and now and my post tib tendonitis has been getting worse and worse over the last 3 years and now I'm to the point that if I can't get it "calmed down" I'm looking at a cast or possibly even reconstructive surgery.

Dear post tib tendon: Calm. The. F**K. Down. Please.

But honestly I can't ramble on for minutes telling people that lame ass story about partially ruptured tendons and never-ending tendonitis. It's boring. And it's stupid. And people just end up staring at me like "WTF is this crazy woman talking about?"

Which brings me to the unicorn.

I am now telling people that I'm on crutches and in a walking boot because I fell off my unicorn.

Like this:

Any questions?

Out of Commission

So my summer just got a lot more fun.

You should also read that sentence as though it was oozing with sarcasm.

I am now stuck in my walking boot AND on crutches for the next three weeks.

My never-ending ankle issues have gotten to the point that I can't walk without pain. So the ortho surgeon said I need to "rest" the ankle for three weeks. Then we decide what's next. And yes, reconstructive surgery could be next.

So for the next THREE WEEKS I am not allowed to drive. Or walk on my ankle. At all. I have been told NO weight bearing on the ankle.

None.
Zip.
Zilch.

I'm annoyed. And grumpy. And pissed off.

So I redesigned the blog and made it purple with polka dots. :)