I alluded to the fact that I hurt my foot on Friday while in NYC in my last post.  I fell on Friday morning and turned my ankle and was fairly certain that I broke my ankle or foot.  However, I still had a lot of stuff to do during the remainder of my trip in NYC.  So, I did not go to the ER immediately when it happened (yes, I know, it was a dumbass thing to do, blah blah blah).  I walked all over the place on that foot, just dealing with the pain.  Hell, I got up and danced Friday night at the Kill Hannah show.  It wasn’t pretty (but then, it never really is, even when my foot isn’t all janked up) but I did it.  I got off the plane when I got home to Hell and went immediately to the ER.  They x-rayed it, said it looked broken, but because their equipment wasn’t great, and it was late enough in the evening that the radiology department was gone already, they weren’t 100% sure.  To be safe, they put me in a soft cast (horribly uncomfortable, by the way) and told me to go see an orthopedist to have it properly checked out.

That appointment was today at 2pm.  I got there, got checked in, called back and waited for the doctor.  He came in a short time later (and I nearly fell off the exam table…..tall, blonde, young, good looking, funny, nice, did I say good looking?) and looked at my poor swollen and black and blue foot and announced that I had done a real number on it.  He was pretty sure there was a break in my foot, but not my ankle (which is a good thing), but it was hard to tell on the x-ray partially because of the angle at which they took the x-rays and partially because I was so swollen.  Additionally, the ligament that connects the ankle to the foot is just ALL kinds of messed up.  It is either very strained or is actually torn.  **sigh**

So, he manipulated my foot to see how much range of motion I have (for the record?  not much, and what I do have hurts like hell) and looked me dead in the face, in all seriousness and said “Miss, you really, really screwed your foot up.”

I love my new doctor.

He decided to put my in a “break boot” for 2 weeks and is having me do some light physical therapy.  I go back in 2 weeks and then he’s going to take another x-ray of my foot and see where we’re at.  At that point, we discuss further options.  Hard casting to set it all or surgery to pin it was discussed.  He said if in 2 weeks we don’t need a hard cast or surgery, not to get too excited about getting out of the boot because, as he reminded me, I am not 14 and would likely not heal that fast.  If I don’t have to do anything further in 2 weeks, I was told to expect to be in this boot for at least 6 weeks.

Awesome.  Up to 6 weeks in this big, clunky, clonky thing.  Because, my size 10 foot isn’t quite big enough I suppose.  This boot weighs a ton and makes me an inch taller on my right side.

The Terrorist got a Bedazzler from my folks for Christmas a few years ago.  I’m gonna go find it and bedazzle the daylights out of this ugly ass boot.

(to be fair, this boot is far more comfortable than the temporary soft cast I had and I can take it off to shower, sleep and scratch if I need to, unlike a hard cast……)

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