So that could have gone better
Saw the orthopedist yesterday about my foot/ankle ( see 7/4 for details). He was a real jerk. Didn't listen to me about where I was hurting at all. Just manipulated my ankle a little bit. And took a couple of x-rays of my ankle. Too bad my main complaint is MY FOOT. There's a bruise under my pinkie (pinky?) toe and it's painful right along the outside of my foot any time I put weight on it. I did almost the exact same thing in January of 2005 by stepping into a pothole (
torrentwinds remembers). So I knew that I had partially torn one this time. Possibly even the same one. I had the same pattern of swelling, bruising, and tenderness. Shame on me for asking him why he didn't do a series of foot x-rays. "WHAT DO YOU WANT OF ME, MISS [BORED]????" he yelled at me. Heather was there and glared. I told him I wanted him to examine my foot, which was my complaint ("No, it was your ankle." "Um, did you not see the gigantic bruise on my foot?"). He grudgingly did after he sent me for the foot x-rays I requested to make sure that none of my metatarsals were broken. They weren't, though on the ankle view it seemed that one was. I'm glad I stuck up for myself. Especially since he called the bones in my foot "metacarpals." Had my brain been working more quickly he would have gotten a retort of "Well, I'm glad because MY WRIST FEELS JUST FINE," or "I have a really really big problem then, because my hand looks a lot like my foot." I now have one of those lovely walking boot things. At least my toes are painted for the 4th of July. Since they'll be sticking out from this thing for the next few weeks, I have decided that I'm going to be doing fancy toe paint jobs. Mainly because I'm bored.
Heather kept me laughing, instead of homicidal, by making me animals made out of crumpled paper towels. (It's a crane, cat, and whale, if you can't tell.)
Love my torture device I call a knee brace? It's left over from my knee injury back in February. But it comes in handy when I'm hopping around on crutches and just that leg. My nails are what I call "My Ankle's Busted and I Was Bored." Red, white, and blue nail polish, lots of time, and a toothpick to create the stars. Easy.I'm going to take more pain killers and try and forget that I have a foot on the right side of my body now.
torrentwinds remembers). So I knew that I had partially torn one this time. Possibly even the same one. I had the same pattern of swelling, bruising, and tenderness. Shame on me for asking him why he didn't do a series of foot x-rays. "WHAT DO YOU WANT OF ME, MISS [BORED]????" he yelled at me. Heather was there and glared. I told him I wanted him to examine my foot, which was my complaint ("No, it was your ankle." "Um, did you not see the gigantic bruise on my foot?"). He grudgingly did after he sent me for the foot x-rays I requested to make sure that none of my metatarsals were broken. They weren't, though on the ankle view it seemed that one was. I'm glad I stuck up for myself. Especially since he called the bones in my foot "metacarpals." Had my brain been working more quickly he would have gotten a retort of "Well, I'm glad because MY WRIST FEELS JUST FINE," or "I have a really really big problem then, because my hand looks a lot like my foot." I now have one of those lovely walking boot things. At least my toes are painted for the 4th of July. Since they'll be sticking out from this thing for the next few weeks, I have decided that I'm going to be doing fancy toe paint jobs. Mainly because I'm bored.
Heather kept me laughing, instead of homicidal, by making me animals made out of crumpled paper towels. (It's a crane, cat, and whale, if you can't tell.)
Love my torture device I call a knee brace? It's left over from my knee injury back in February. But it comes in handy when I'm hopping around on crutches and just that leg. My nails are what I call "My Ankle's Busted and I Was Bored." Red, white, and blue nail polish, lots of time, and a toothpick to create the stars. Easy.I'm going to take more pain killers and try and forget that I have a foot on the right side of my body now.