To learn about how I hurt myself check the previous post (currently down).
Today I visited the ankle specialist. I’ve been anxious about this appointment because it would finally interpret my scans, and tell me what the rest of my recovery would be like.
Easily I was the youngest adult in the waiting room, but everyone was kind, often wishing each other quick healing. We met the Dr. and he calmly, gently explains that I’ll need surgery as the scans show that my fracture is slightly displaced. I was disappointed, but if my bones aren’t together, they aren’t together and it won’t heal with a cast.
He continues to tell me that they’ll use 2 titanium screws in my ankle, at which I start singing “I can say, ‘I am titanium!'” To which the Dr. looks at me like I am super crazy. I explain that my head works in song lyrics and he laughs it off. I’m very aware of the assistant taking notes wondering if this will affect how they document my mental awareness.
He says to schedule the surgery for Thursday, it’ll be out patient, and shouldn’t take very long. He wrote me a prescription for a wheel chair, a knee scooter, a year long handicap pass and a permission excuse for 2 months of no work after the surgery.
I’m still struggling to process it all, it’s scary to see how one action has other unexpected actions.
I was worrying, but managed to talk husband into getting my very favorite giant pizza from downtown, after the poor guy was exhausted from obtaining medical records and mailing them to worker’s comp insurance.
Not only did I get to eat the best pizza on the planet, but friends of ours were eating there as well. They walked back to the car to visit me. My friend, Kelsey used to work with hubby. I find out not only did she fracture her talus in a cheerleading accident, she broke several bones having to have her ankle reconstructed. Her surgery was performed for the very same Dr and she returned to cheerleading after, not loosing any functioning!
So hubby was reluctant to let me eat unhealthy pizza, but it was just another way for God to show His divine providence; He is in control.
How I’ve been spending my time:
-yummy meals from friends
-trying to take in sunlight where I can
– even folding laundry, wanted to do something normal in my life
Please pray for the surgery. My mother in law is coming down to help take care of me before surgery while James is at work. Please pray for the rest of worker’s comp paperwork to be finalized as that could delay the surgery.
Thank you for all your encouragement!