Breaking_Bad22: My Achilles Blog

My surgery was June 16th followed by 2 weeks in a splint and then 2 weeks in a fiberglass cast.  Way before my injury occurred we had a family vacation planned for the week of July 11th - July 18th, and I was not going to let this bump in the road keep me away from campfires, smores, and the outdoors.  I have to give a shot out to my wife during this whole process as she has been nothing but perfect in helping me, driving, cleaning, shopping, and yes packing for the camping trip.  We actually didn’t make it up to the campground until that Sunday, due to a horrible migraine my wife had, but nonetheless we made it, my wife, our two kids, myself, and a very packed Jeep.  I was still adorning my red cast and crutches, but was able to hobble around somewhat, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery and my favorite thing about camping, the campfire.  The following morning, my wife and I drove back home, only 45 minutes away, for the highly anticipated post op appointment for the removal of my cast.  The nurse came in and sawed off the cast, and I couldn’t help but think she was going to cut into my leg, as the sawing caused a vibration as she cut through the hard cast. Within minutes, the cast was off and she did not cut through my leg.  It felt so good to have that off, and I immediately looked at the scar and was still amazed at what had happened to me and what the surgeon had to do to repair my injury.

I then sat on the table, my wife in a chair, waiting for the doctor to come it.  I was able to move my foot a little, but really had no response in my calf. My calf’s are pretty muscular, and I was shocked that just one month of not being able to use that muscle, how flimsy and jiggly the calf had become. The doctor came in and immediately spoke to how good the incision looked and how good it was healing.  He then told me to lay on my stomach and performed some very light stretches and felt around the tendon.  He said my tendon was very tight, and reminded me how much he had to stretch the tendon during the surgery, putting my foot in a ballerina position so the tendon can touch before surgically connecting it.  He told me I would be back in the walking boot with a lift inside the boot for four weeks, but I did not need to sleep in in and while relaxing I could have it off as well.  The best news I received, was that I could start to weight bear a little while in the boot and even a tad while using my crutches.  He gave me an elastic band to start doing some stretches and said while sitting he told me that I can start to flex my and move my foot in hopes of loosing the tendon up.  I was overall satisfied with the visit, and was set up for an appointment in a month.  I came with a cast and left with the walking boot.

We drove back to the campsite to finish our vacation and I was looking forward to testing my Achilles out.  In the boot I was still using the crutch but then felt comfortable enough to walk without it.  It is definitely a weird feeling, as the lift has my foot really arched and the walking boot make me limp pretty intensely.  Over the course of the day though, I improved in the boot and as the vacation continued I only used my crutches while the boot was off.  I even was able to float in a raft on the lake, “crutching” to the edge of the water and crawling into the float.  It felt extremely good to have nothing on my foot while my feet dangled in the water.  As I laid out on the float, I got a little brave and began to perform some very light kick with my bad leg, but noticed that the water made it very easy for me to do so.  As the week went on, my walking in the boot improved, and in the water I became more brave, even exited the float, and using it as a rest for my leg, I was able to kick with my good leg and paddle with my arms.  It felt extremely good in the water, but after a couple hours out there it did swell up a bit, so afterwards I made sure to elevate the leg while relaxing around the fire.  Most nights around the fire I was able to even poke around in the fire with the boot on and then would take it off when I was just relaxing.  I was able to grill some great food even on a couple nights and was even able to help my son and nephew with some sparklers.  It was so nice being somewhat back on my feet, enjoying my vacation the best I could with the given situation.  I probably did more than the “doctor ordered”, but I never felt I was pushing the limits or doing more than I could handle.  From being almost bed ridden the first week after surgery to where I was during this camping trip, was a complete turn around and the progress toward a full recovery was very evident.  Next step will be a couple of visits to physical therapy, but I will continue to do as much as I can at home.

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The second week since the surgery definitely was better than the first.  For one, the pain was even less now, only really hurting if I had the leg in a weird position or sometimes when I was trying to sleep.  Second, I DIDN’T FALL!!!  I was being extra careful after the fall and just continuing to elevate it, stay off it, and be a couch potato.  I did attend my son’s friend going away party, but was able to sit in a chair, I also went to the movie store to help pick out a movie with the family, but other than that, getting out was at a minimum.  The day of my post-op appointment came, and I was really looking forward to seeing what the incision looked like and was interested in how the doctor thought it looked and how I was doing, how was I progressing.  I was a little upset when I arrived, and found out I wouldn’t be seeing the doctor today, but rather the medical assistant to remove my sutures and place me in a cast.

She sat me on the exam table, cut off the ace wrap and the splint, and there was the foot I hadn’t seen in 2 weeks.  I don’t have the best looking feet, but these looked extra bad, yellow-stained from the iodine and my skin was peeling because of being all wrapped up for all that time.  After that I immediately looked at the back of my leg, where the scar was, and even though I had seen plenty of pictures of the surgery, I was still amazed that this incision was on my leg.  She told me to lay on my stomach and she went to town, pulling out about 15 stitches.  She said it looked good and was healing great.  It felt so weird, different from after the injury, because as I moved my foot I saw some movement in my calf, but it just didn’t feel normal, which is understandable.  My calf, which normally is pretty muscular, just felt flabby and very un-muscular.  I couldn’t really flex it, but she said all of that is normal and to be expected.  She then cleaned my leg and feet pretty good, preparing me for the cast.  She wrapped the soft pre-wrap around my whole foot and leg, and then proceeded with the fiberglass casting.  I was able to choose a color, and selected red for the Red Sox!  It felt similar to the splint, but tighter and warmer.  I felt more secure in the cast and definitely like having the stitches out.  I will be in the cast for 2 weeks, before it is removed and put back into my walking boot.  I know the process is long and there are plenty of steps and milestones I still have to complete, but it felt good getting to the next one.

Next up…cast removal!

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(June 17 - June 25)

All those nerves and butterflies before the surgery were gone now, but now the frustration of the long road ahead sets in.  I will be out of work, which surprisingly I love, I will not be able to play basketball; I will not be able to do much on my camping trip in July; I can’t teach my son this summer to ride his bike without training wheels; I can’t really play with the kids like I would in the summer; I am not much of a help to my wife in regards to chores: cutting the lawn, gardening, house cleaning; and I, just in general, won’t be doing much of anything this summer, at least from an active standpoint.  I have stayed somewhat sane in this first week, and have gotten out of the house just enough to not have cabin fever.  I was able to attend my sons school function for father’s day, called donuts with dad,  as well as his Kindergarten play, which I was extremely happy (so was he), that I made both of those.

The first couple days in regards to pain, I was okay.  The numbing agent still didn’t wear off so couldn’t really determine my pain level.  It wasn’t till day three where I noticed any pain, but it was just minor.  Uncomfortable is the way I have described this stage, as I seem to have to move my leg around in different positions, as each one is comfortable for only 10 mins.  The pain was never excruciating, just annoying, but for me worthy of taking some medication, especially at night when it always seemed worse than during the day.  I was automatically a pro at the crutches, moving around pretty well, but it definitely hurts my armpits and is causing calluses to form on the palms of my hands.  I did attempt a shower after my wife placed a garbage bag, saran wrap, and medical tape over my splint and bandages, and although I was able to clean pretty good, it just seemed dangerous, and have since changed the way I clean my stank ass.  Stairs are a no go, and only out of necessity have I gone up and down, kneeling up and sitting as I go down.  My son just finished school, but up until yesterday was still there.  He is 6 years old and very independent, self-efficient, and well behaved that he will stay home with me, no problem.  My daughter, on the other hand, is only 2 and not as easy to watch as him, so she goes to daycare still, and one or two days my amazing, saint of a mother watches her.

I have actually been eating really healthy, knowing that I will be mostly a couch potato, I don’t want to get any fatter than I already am, HEY I’M NOT THAT FAT!  So, a silver lining of all this time off, I might actually lose some weight.  I have done a lot of blogging, on here as well as on my Tumblr account, caught up on some shows, watched a lot of sports, played some MLB The Show and Battlefield, and have rearranged some financial situations around while I am out of work.  Trying to stay as busy as possible has help time go by somewhat fast and makes the days less boring.  The aftermath of the surgery has not been that bad.  I will be going to the doctors for my post-op appointment on the 29th and I hope the report and status is good.  I am very interested to see what it looks like and I hope the doctor lets me take some pictures, so I can share with you all.

Before I close out, I just have to share a very close call that I had.  I was at my Mom’s with the family for dinner one night and they set me up in a chair and foot rest outside on the deck.  I was out there as my step-dad grilled some chicken on the grill.  He is legally blind, but a great griller, nonetheless, but I was out there as an extra set of eyes on the grill.  The grill was set up on the sidewalk, just at the bottom of the deck stairs, and I was stationed near the stairs, keeping an eye on the food.  Everything was going fine, until I decided to try and get a closer look.  I stood up, with out crutches, holding the post by the steps.  I then proceeded to attempt to go down the stairs, still with no crutches, holding the post as I hopped down.  As my good leg almost landed on the step, my bandaged leg, hit the top step behind me, causing me to lose my balance.  I feel, and my natural instinct was to catch my balance by putting other foot down, MY BAD ONE!!!  That did not work to well, and I proceeded to falling right of the steps and onto the grass just off the sidewalk.  I was down on the grass, laying flat on my back, loudly saying some choice words and phrases, and in some definite pain.  My mom and wife, in the kitchen, saw the whole thing and came running out to my step-dad trying to help me out.  The morale of the story is USE YOUR CRUTCHES or whatever form of medical mobility device you may have and STAY OFF OF STAIRS!  I was extremely lucky to not have seriously injured myself, breaking a bone, busting through my suture, or worse doing more damage to my very tender and healing Achilles.  I am an idiot, I know, but I did it for all of you, as an example of what not to do.  I was in some minor pain that day and the next but am fine.

Next up:  Doctor’s appointment on the 29th!

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(June 12 - June 15, 2015)

The first blog recounting my injury, was called “Kicked in the Heel”.  For those that read it or heard the story about the injury, that is exactly how I described it happening; “I was kicked in the heel”.  One thing that was cleared up during the initial orthopedic visit, was the fact that I actually was not kicked in the heel. The doctor said that I most likely wasn’t even touched when it happened.  I texted my one boy I played with the night of the injury and asked him if I was kicked or hit or anything.  Crazy as it is, except for those that have had this injury, I wasn’t kicked, touched, or punched.  I went up for a layup, jumping off my right foot, and “SNAP”, the rupture occurred and down I went.  It still just blows my mind, that such a strong part of the body can just rupture like that.  As I started looking online for more information about this type of injury, I found that both professional and novice athletes alike, described the injury just like I did; as if they were kicked or even shot in the back of the heel.

Achilles Tendon Rupture (ATR) was the diagnosis.  The surgery was now scheduled but it was still five days away.  I was placed in a walking boot, which I was able to take off when resting it.  I was told to keep my foot elevated as often as possible and to stay of my foot as much as possible.  In the boot, I was able to walk, with a huge limp, and some pain but I was able to still get around.  I even went to go see Jurassic World with my wife and son, and surprisingly felt okay.  I wasn’t prescribed any pain medication, but did take Advil throughout the day, and Tylenol PM at night.  Nighttime during this stretch seemed to always be the worst time.  I had to sleep with the boot, which was very uncomfortable, constantly changing positions.  Not working and just in general, not being able to do much, I looked for things to do.  Watching TV, playing video games, writing this blog, and I even picked up my guitar for the first time in many years.  I was given the instructions to be a couch potato and that is what I tried to do the most of, relaxing and staying off the foot.  That is pretty much how the days were leading up to the surgery.  The night before the surgery, I had to fast, not eating or drinking anything after midnight until after the surgery.  My family was and still are very helpful.  My wife has been amazing, catering to my every need; my Mom pre-cooked some meals for us, watched the kids, and my Step-father even had to cut my lawn for us.  So many family members, friends, and co-workers have reached out with their concerns and kind thoughts, giving me all the positive support and reinforcement I need as I recover from this injury.

Surgery is next!

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