Begun Physical Therapy: Talus Recovery (Week 10)

It took a little while after I started walking to get the work comp approval to start physical therapy. I was nervous, but also excited. Husband kept warning me that it would be painful, but I assured him that it was different now since he had it as a kid, that they had better, less painful ways, bahahaha.

Husband showed up for my first appointment, which really focused on the intake and teaching me a few range of motion exercises to do with my ankle. I was like “oh, this is easy” that didn’t last long though.

I had one solid week of PT before our beach trip with friends. It was painful and tough trying to get my knee to move over my ankle. You see you have to rest your leg in order for your ankle to heal…but at the same time all of your muscles completely atrophy or develop scar tissue and become stiff from disuse.

I wanted to cry so much, and I did the first time I officially worked with my physical therapist, I think because I had allowed myself to believe it would be something different than it was. I joked and I said, through sniffles that I couldn’t hold back, “tears are supposed to prove that you are strong right?” I felt slightly comforted by the fact that there was no way that I was the first person who had cried in front of him. He said, “tears mean you worked hard” He’s kind of a no nonsense hard to read type, so I treasure that he said that.

The first month of PT I was able to meet many of the therapists including some assistants. I enjoyed distracting myself from the painful massages by asking them about themselves, especially what caused them to want to get into the field. It was neat to hear their passions in their answers. One of the PTA’s I’ve gotten to know the best used to do ballet and was going to try to be a professional ballerina in Richmond I think, before she had an injury. I really enjoy working with her as well because she has a similar bubbily personality to me, she’s easy to talk to, and very encouraging at any progress that I make.

Most of the physical therapists will apologize or check in about the level of pain that they have to cause me while working on my ankle. My main went out of town again and the one who was left to fill in said, “So your PT left me some notes to work on you with….I’m sorry” None of them hurt my ankle as much as my main PT so I just laugh it off.

Physical therapy has been an interesting journey, and my PT warned me that its easier to make progress in the beginning, then many people reach a plateau and they become stuck. In the beginning it was incredibly painful but I could marvel over each step. Today was the first day that I walked across the room, today was the first day that I balanced on my bad foot 3x for 30 secs, today my knee moved a little farther over my ankle, etc.

Unfortunately, the thing that seems to work the best to help me bend my ankle back (dorsiflexion) is the graston method. Basically, they take this thin steel bar (think butter knife sized) and some oil type stuff, and literally rug burn scrap into your stiff muscles. I was so proud of myself for not crying during that or asking the PT to stop. It really feels like they are cutting into your skin, or its like the most intense zit popping pressure you’ve ever felt. However, my ankle works so much better after.

Here’s to finding my motivation to do my exercises well at home to be able to get back as much range of motion as possible and decrease overall ankle pain while walking.

Wonder Woman’d My Air Cast : Talus Recovery (Week Four)

4 weeks post injury, 2 weeks after surgery.

It’s crazy to think that I’ve been living on couch/bedrest for an entire month!

This week was a busy week with several outings!

After church on Sunday I tried to catch an Articuno on pokemon go, we failed after multiple attempts due to lack of players, but it was still fun to try for it.

Tuesday was a double date with a very sweet friend of mine to see Valerian. We’d planned to see it together since hubby has been highly anticipating it, before I even broke my ankle.

We sat in the middle due to my wheelchair status. It was neat to have such a guaranteed good view. Also an excellent movie, I know understand why hubby does not consider Star Wars true sci fi. Incidentally, it also seems as if Star Wars copied Valerian (a French comic book series). I became obsessively interested for the night and ordered a physical book of the first volume of the comics. I think it would make a great tv series.

I decided to try to look cute and wore my new purple polka dotted minnie Lularoe leggings.

However, when I got home my poor feet were swollen again.

Wednesday was my next post op appointment. More xrays were taken and they actually showed them to me! Look at all that hardware. I also made the Physician Assistant’s eyes almost pop out of his head when stressing the importance of strict non weight bearing activities. (So what if I was asking about exercises like pool and stationary bikes….)

Then my stitches were removed. This means no wrapping and I can finally go back to taking showers again!

Weds night I got out of the house again for midweek church. (A friend recently stated when I phrase it like that I sound like a caged hamster…well…I mean…we both have wheels..)

With all of that getting out of the house I was pretty exhausted and felt less guilty about binge watching Big Bang Theory. But, I had envisioned a fun project, ordered supplies, and actually completed the project that evening!

I figured if I’m going to be wearing my air cast for the next at least 6 weeks (let alone whenever I transition to partial weight bearing) it might as well look cool. What looks cooler than the super woman of the summer: Wonder Woman. I just covered it with red masking tape and glitter washi type. #winning. I thought too seeing the “wonder woman ” boot might be more encouraging through physical therapy.

So overall, I’m taking things day by day. The pain usually isn’t too bad as long as my foot remains elevated and iced. Off and on I struggle with sleeping through the night just because it is hard to stay comfortable. Please keep praying for the bones to heal through union and there to be no damage to the blood supply (which could result in the death of the bone). I’ll find out more at my next scans in 4 weeks.

Nature Wheeled: Talus Recovery (Week Three)

It has been three weeks since my initial Talus fracture injury, and one week since surgery.

In an attempt to “stay ahead of the pain” I was faithful about taking my strong pain meds, to the point of setting an alarm to wake up in the middle of the morning (meaning I wasn’t sleeping very well either). After my body adjusted more and I relied on lowed level pain meds and ice therapy to dull pain I began to feel better.

During those first few days I had my sweet mother in law to take care of me. I was also able to be patient with myself, prescribing more tv binge watching: Downtown Abbey. By the time my MIL left we had watched 3 seasons!

My tune changed after a post op check in on the state of my stitches. Huge praise, the incision was healthy and infection free. In not so pleasant news, I’d not been wearing my boot due to discomfort so my foot struggled to lie flat. The brisk nurse forced me to get it flat to get it back in the boot correctly before we left. I bit back tears during this process.

While in town we stopped by the grocery store. The rest of the tears flooded out as my fears came back about painful physical therapy and the need to return to the stronger pain meds and forever feel sick. I blubbered by my MIL stayed sweet and asked if there was anything special she could get me from the store. I asked her for my comfort snack, gummy bears!

Waiting in the parking lot, and continuing to cry, I decided to log into my pokemon go account. Well I was surprised when a special like week only available pikachu with Ash hat was hanging out. I didn’t even need to move before it popped up! I was thankful for the silly blessing to help redirect my thoughts towards God’s companionship and positivity versus the unknown scary future.

Then, my MIL returned with several gummy bear packages (they were on sale) she said she figured it was enough to get me through the next few months!

This past week has been about “nesting” really settling into life on the couch. We purchased this pretty cart from Michaels to help me have more things near me (and to keep them organized).

Before MIL left we were able to arrange an outing. Camp Reset‘s movement challenge for the week included a nature photo scavenger hunt. I was dying to show MIL our favorite walk/park downtown.

Since the park was already downtown, I talked hubby into stopping by my very favorite giant pizza slice location. MIL was in shock at how big the slices are! I was thankful to actually eat sitting up, at a table!

Then we trekked to the river walk. I was thankful that hubby approved this one as more “wheel chair” friendly.

We took the “must have” picture at the love sign.

I tested out my arm muscles determined to wheel myself some, and quickly tired out, how do people wheel chair through entire 5ks?!

During this time period a new perspective has been revealed to me regarding those who need mobility devices like wheel chairs. I hadn’t expected to be able to get on the overlook platform and was elated to discover it actually had a wheel chair ramp. (I’d never noticed it before). I locked the wheel chair, and braced myself on the ledge, standing on one leg. I lost myself in the moment: hearing the music from an event, watching the flow of the river, and feeling the breeze on my skin.

After the appointment with the nurse I’d resigned myself to not have a nature trip outing, due to her insistence on elevating higher, more, in order to finally get the swelling of my foot back down. But, I was thankful that hubby had advocated for this knowing how much I’d emotionally need it.

We couldn’t scout down on the actually island, but we rolled the trail at little longer. I snapped a few more pictures, but didn’t stress myself out over finding everything on the scavenger list. I knew the importance was focusing on being present and that the list was to help us to “focus” on the things around us.

Afterward I was able to talk hubby into stopping at an ice cream place I’ve been oogling for like a year! It was nice to finish off my MIL’s time here with a memorable outing.

This isn’t a journey I would have chosen, but I’m determined to learn everything I can from it!