When I first heard my diagnosis I was speechless. Granted, people get way worse news from their doctors than ATR, and I certainly don’t want to lose sight of the fact that I’ve been blessed with thirty-three years of perfect health. I was taken aback because my Achilles didn’t feel like it was ruptured yet Dr. Fletcher knew what was wrong immediately. It was also strange hearing how bad the injury was; he and his colleague (my surgeon) said that it was a high rupture that would not heal without surgery. I tried to regain my composure and ask some questions but I wasn’t making much sense. July 2012 had started with the passing of Lew, my beloved pit bull that I had owned for the last fourteen years. This injury feels like a physical manifestation of the grief I was feeling.
After the examination room my next stop was the cast (casting?) room and yet another reminder how how great it was to be a patient of Dr. Beede. My clouded mind had me thinking I was getting some kind of air cast or boot, not the Fiberglass albatross that has held me down for the past week and a half. It wasn’t until the nurse started wrapping me up that I realized what was being put on my leg. I was also naive in assuming that an orthopedic office had crutches. Luckily the people at TOG were kind enough to wheel me to my car so I could try to get my hands on some crutches.
Karma definitely wanted me to have a pair of crutches. Not knowing what else to do, I headed for the only medical supply store that I knew of. This despite the fact that it was 6:30 & they close at five. Luckily for me the manager/co-owner was literally standing at the door as I pulled up. He was also a decent human being, so when he saw the condition I was in he made sure I didn’t have to go anywhere else to get crutches. He even made brought them to me in my car and fitted them for me in the parking lot. There’s no telling how my day would’ve ended if I did cross paths with that guy. I certainly wouldn’t of been able to get to work the next day; and despite my ATR I needed to continue to work.