On Friday night I told Mike I felt like I was beiong held together with bandaids, bubblegum and bailing wire. Friday night on my way to bed I shut off the light and realized I'd missed one. I stepped down the one step I thought I was up on the stairs and hit the floor hard.... I was actually 2 steps up and I sprained my ankle. No shooting pains, no broken bones right?
Going to bed wearing my customary night guard for TMJ, CPAP for sleep apnea, night cap to keep my bald head from getting too cold as well as ice packs on my propped up ankle, I felt like Frankensteins Monster. Mike has been a trooper getting me through all of the emotional upheavals lately.
So after working for a few days I finally realized that with my compromised immune system and slower healing I should probably go have the ankle checked. With all the pain medicine and such I am taking the injury could have been masked... I went to the doctors yesterday. He checked it out and said I needed a good brace for my ankle, but as a precaution let's get an x-ray.
This morning I got a call saying I have a broken toe. No big deal they tape those together right?
Wrong! It's the fifth meta-tarsal inside my foot, it looks like a crush injury instead of a simple fracture and I am not allowed to put any weight on it for a month. This means I have to call in to work and possibly go on disability 3 months earlier than expected! Can you say AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
Enough Venting! Plus side at least 5 days off until I see the orthopedic surgeon for a second opinion on Monday morning.
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