Can't stand it.
So, the pain has gone down. Last night, on a scale of one to ten, I was nearly up to fifteen. It was bad news. On top of that, I couldn't put any weight on my left leg. If I tried to act like it was a normal leg, it would buckle and I would tip over. Not good. I had to sleep like an ancient Egyptian painting, and even that wasn't all that comfortable. (Poor j_bkl was kept up by my tossing and flailing.) I really didn't appreciate just how important my ankles really were until this, and how much they do that I just didn't appreciate. Like turning over in bed. That has a lot to do with your heels and ankles. As I discovered last night, trying not to scream. I slept in fits and starts, before finally passing out at one point for a few hours.
Then there was a trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night. That was fun. It was dark, I had one working leg, and the path wasn't exactly perfectly clear. Ugh.
It was abundantly clear at 7am that while the pain had dropped to a comparatively more manageable 9 on the scale of doom, I still couldn't stand on it. Or really walk. I could do a sort of hobble-hop-lurch between bed and the bathroom, but not too much more. The subway was not going to happen. And as a result, neither was work. What was really frustrating was that tonight was Star Wars/Star Trek trivia night at rope, something I was really looking forward to, was likely out, too. I was NOT happy. I called out of work, and was able to get a tiny bit of sleep.
I spoke to my parents early on, and as it turned out, they had a spare cane I could borrow. Mom brought the cane over and it's helped quite a bit, especially as standing and walking are still really fucking awful things to do. So far, laying flat, the ankle only hurts a little. Standing and walking still suck though. Like a big sucking thing.
Naturally, I called my doctor's office during the day about all of this. I learned the following:
1. This is considered normal after you get a cortizone shot. Perfectly normal. WHAT.
2. When I'd originally asked if I should plan for time off of work after the shot, the doc's assistant told me that wouldn't be necessary. It turns out, she didn't realize I'd be getting a cortizone shot. She just thought I'd be getting a "regular" shot. Granted, she was super apologetic about this, and granted, as she doesn't have a medical degree, it's not her fault. But holy hell, would it have killed my doc to perhaps mention the fact that I should clear my schedule after one of these? JFC. I realize that to a doctor I'm a puzzle to solve with a copay, but in fact I have a life and a job and commitments. He and I will have words about this, oh yes we will.
So yeah. Here I am. Not sure if I'm going to make it to the office tomorrow, either. I am so fucking frustrated right now I could scream. Why is it so hard to just provide the information I asked for, and was told was 'not going to be an issue.' GAH.
So now all I can do is wait. And hope. And possibly worry. But honestly? I'm too fucking exhausted to do any of these things. Hurting is a big energy drain, apparently. *sigh*
Then there was a trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night. That was fun. It was dark, I had one working leg, and the path wasn't exactly perfectly clear. Ugh.
It was abundantly clear at 7am that while the pain had dropped to a comparatively more manageable 9 on the scale of doom, I still couldn't stand on it. Or really walk. I could do a sort of hobble-hop-lurch between bed and the bathroom, but not too much more. The subway was not going to happen. And as a result, neither was work. What was really frustrating was that tonight was Star Wars/Star Trek trivia night at rope, something I was really looking forward to, was likely out, too. I was NOT happy. I called out of work, and was able to get a tiny bit of sleep.
I spoke to my parents early on, and as it turned out, they had a spare cane I could borrow. Mom brought the cane over and it's helped quite a bit, especially as standing and walking are still really fucking awful things to do. So far, laying flat, the ankle only hurts a little. Standing and walking still suck though. Like a big sucking thing.
Naturally, I called my doctor's office during the day about all of this. I learned the following:
1. This is considered normal after you get a cortizone shot. Perfectly normal. WHAT.
2. When I'd originally asked if I should plan for time off of work after the shot, the doc's assistant told me that wouldn't be necessary. It turns out, she didn't realize I'd be getting a cortizone shot. She just thought I'd be getting a "regular" shot. Granted, she was super apologetic about this, and granted, as she doesn't have a medical degree, it's not her fault. But holy hell, would it have killed my doc to perhaps mention the fact that I should clear my schedule after one of these? JFC. I realize that to a doctor I'm a puzzle to solve with a copay, but in fact I have a life and a job and commitments. He and I will have words about this, oh yes we will.
So yeah. Here I am. Not sure if I'm going to make it to the office tomorrow, either. I am so fucking frustrated right now I could scream. Why is it so hard to just provide the information I asked for, and was told was 'not going to be an issue.' GAH.
So now all I can do is wait. And hope. And possibly worry. But honestly? I'm too fucking exhausted to do any of these things. Hurting is a big energy drain, apparently. *sigh*