Different day, same situation
Geez, I haven't updated in a while. I probably should, although not much has happened.
Having a non-life threatening serious injury makes your life pretty static. The list of things you can't do anymore gets sizable. It's not bad, it's just boring.
I'm almost at my two month anniversary since the surgery. I've been to, what seems like, countless doctor appointments that don't really go any where or give me a firm idea of a timeline to when I can walk. I get the feeling that they don't have much invested in creating a doctor/patient relationship. I feel like I'm on a health care assembly line.
Last Monday they finally took off the splint. I was given direction to try and start putting weight on my foot and stretching out the muscles/tendons/evil spirits in my foot and ankle. They told me that at my next appointment in 3 weeks we would talk about Physical Therapy. Meh.
My injury barely hurts anymore. And my biggest problem is swelling, which kills my range of motion (which I am supposed to be working on). Although, I know I am making progress, it feels like it may be at a snail's pace. I'm just ready to be done with this. I want my independence back. I want the option of it not being a big production to go down to the local bar to have a drink. I want me damn life back. Meh, meh, meh.
Alright. Enough with the crank. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Having a non-life threatening serious injury makes your life pretty static. The list of things you can't do anymore gets sizable. It's not bad, it's just boring.
I'm almost at my two month anniversary since the surgery. I've been to, what seems like, countless doctor appointments that don't really go any where or give me a firm idea of a timeline to when I can walk. I get the feeling that they don't have much invested in creating a doctor/patient relationship. I feel like I'm on a health care assembly line.
Last Monday they finally took off the splint. I was given direction to try and start putting weight on my foot and stretching out the muscles/tendons/evil spirits in my foot and ankle. They told me that at my next appointment in 3 weeks we would talk about Physical Therapy. Meh.
My injury barely hurts anymore. And my biggest problem is swelling, which kills my range of motion (which I am supposed to be working on). Although, I know I am making progress, it feels like it may be at a snail's pace. I'm just ready to be done with this. I want my independence back. I want the option of it not being a big production to go down to the local bar to have a drink. I want me damn life back. Meh, meh, meh.
Alright. Enough with the crank. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.