I have to give a bit of background story right now, so that when I make future postings you guys aren't wondering what the heck I'm talking about. So bare with me for this lovely drawn out story.
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| One of my favorite Partylite pieces |
I was done at my clients house and was carrying one of my bins of products down her stairs so that I could leave. Well this client has carpeted, curved stairs and I managed to miss the bottom step altogether. I land really funny on my right foot, hear it go "pop" and it instantly swells up like a grapefruit. All I can really say is 'ow' as really, I'm more worried that I broke some of my product (if you know Partylite at all, you know that stuff isn't cheap at all). So I call my mom tell her what happened and she drives over with Justin (the boyfriend) so that he can drive me to the emergency room. 3.5 hours later, I have had x-rays done and the ER doctor tell me that nothing is broken, rest your foot, keep it elevated and take some Tylenol for pain. So we drive home under the impression that my foot is just sprained. Thankfully this was a Saturday night and I don't have to work Sundays.
At this point I cannot put any weight on my foot at all without being in a lot of pain. On Sunday my parents buy me a set of crutches from Value Village so that I can get around easier than hopping on my good foot or crawling. I never could use the crutches to go up or down the stairs, so I resorted to scooching up and down the stairs on my butt. I ended up taking that Monday off work, as the doctor did tell me to rest. That was the only day off that I took.
Fast forward to February. My foot is still the size of a grapefruit, I'm still in a lot of pain. This isn't a normal sprain (not that I would know as this is my first major injury in 26 years). I'm in a lot of pain and don't know what to do, so I head to the ER, they run a blood test and then tell me that the ortho has just gone into surgery, but my blood results have come back positive for a blood clot. Well crap. So they inject me with a blood thinner and tell me to get an ultrasound done on my leg to determine where the clot is. I go for my ultrasound and they find a clot in my calf. I do not receive any drugs for it, however I did end up going back about 4 different times to get ultrasounds done. Today there is no clot, thankfully.
I finally get to see the orthopedic surgeon in March. He can't tell what is wrong with my foot because it's in too much pain. He sticks me on drugs to calm down my nerves and tells me to stop using the crutches and start walking on the foot as much as I can. So that night Justin and I head to our friend Glen's place (as he makes canes as a hobby) and he gives me a funky cane. At the end of May, I finally get back in to see the orthopedic surgeon again for my follow up appointment and he tells me that he thinks that I may of torn the main ligament in my foot and as it heals it is actually getting worse. He then refers me to an orthopedic surgeon who specialises in feet and I wait until July to see her.
She tells me to start swimming at least three times a week, start physio, and to get a compression stocking. She also sent me to a different hospital to get bone scans done, and I am currently waiting on those results. In the meantime I have done all the other items on her list. Since starting physio, my swelling has gone down quite a bit. I only got my compression stocking today so not sure how that is going to work out. The first test will be tomorrow at work.
So that is the story of my foot, so in any future postings if you're wondering about the foot, I will be sure to send a link back to this story.
Anyways, if you lasted through that post, congrats to you. I promise future postings won't be as boring or drawn out. :-)
