Foot, Again

"Silly old bear," said Christopher Robin.

When I went back to see the orthopedist on Tuesday, I thought I was going to get an "all clear -- good to go" from him...even though my foot still is not back to "normal."
Silly me.

Instead, I was given a prescription for four more weeks of physical therapy.  At least he didn't use the "s" word:  surgery!  Not yet, anyway.  He told me that if (at some point) my foot does not continue to get better, and if (at that point) my foot is not fully functional, then surgery is in the picture for me.

You can believe these two things:
     I will be going to physical therapy twice a week, faithfully (even though I
          am tired of going to therapy).
     I will be doing my physical therapy exercises at home, faithfully (even
          though I am tired of doing exercises).

I'm so totally ready for my foot to be "fully functional," as my orthopedist put it.

P.S.  If you don't know what in the world I'm talking about, you can read my last post about my foot here.  :)

Foot

I went back to see the orthopedist yesterday afternoon, and...
Yay!!  --No more cast!  :)  That was a looong five weeks.

Now, I have to go for physical therapy three times a week for the next four weeks...
with lots of exercises to do at home between PT sessions...and then back to see the orthopedist.

The orthopedist told me yesterday that although my foot is better, the ligaments are stretched still.  He said that if they don't go back to "normal" and I'm having pain in four weeks, then we'll have to talk about surgery.  Yikes!  :/

Has anyone been in a similar situation?  What did you do to help your ligaments go back to "normal"?

New Cast

Another cast, another color...and the saga continues....

So, what do you think about the purple?  Festive, right??  :P

My Birthday Present

The biggest, heaviest, most unexpected birthday present I received today was...a cast!

My foot had been hurting for more than three months and wasn't getting any better. I decided there definitely was something wrong with it.  So three weeks ago, I called to make an appointment with an orthopedist.  The receptionist offered me an appointment on September 17th.  Hmmm...not really how I wanted to celebrate my birthday.  I asked, and the next available appointment was a week later.  I considered my pain level (dire), and decided to take the appointment on the 17th.

I didn't know until I arrived at the doctor's office today that they had switched to a new computer system just yesterday.  They were running behind...way behind. Practically every chair in the waiting room was taken...a mob of people waiting to be seen.  After waiting an hour and a half, I was called to the back.  Six x-rays and an additional 30 minutes later, I finally saw the doctor.

The diagnosis?  Somehow, I had managed to sprain my calcaneocuboid joint...the joint between the calcaneus and cuboid bones in the foot.

source:  Smart Feet Savannah

The orthopedist explained that, unlike an ankle sprain, a calcaneocuboid joint sprain would not heal unless the foot (i.e., my foot) was put in a cast.

Forty-five minutes after that, I was hobbling out of the doctor's office in a cast.

And here's T...holding up his foot in physical and emotional support!  ;o)

Happy Birthday to me!  Hahaha!!