5-day suture check
8 days post-injury, 5 days post-op, and 700 pages down in my tall stack of reading material. The surgeon and cast specialist unwrapped my mummy-gauze today to see my sutures, which I drew my breath and took a hard look at too. Not bad, actually: a tidy closing, no swelling, not even any pink around the edges. If it weren’t for the completely limp foot, you’d almost think: "that wound just needs a few days in the fresh air, and it’ll be all right. . ." They only had to cut about halfway up my calf since the break was clean ("not spaghetti," I remember the doc saying in my post-op haze). So I count myself lucky.
Must wait another week to have them removed and to get the hard cast, on July 3. With the cast will come permission to use the knee scooter, and all the fun circus-clown acts I plan to stage before friends and family! We’re going to a Fourth of July party after–suggestions for dolling up the cast?!
I may not have mentioned that I managed to get through all of childhood and adulthood without a significant broken bone or injury. I remember thinking it was so exotic and special when one of my classmates had to be in a cast, and being vaguely envious of the attention they’d get at school. One of those things that looks VERY different when you’re further down the path of life.
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So unlike all you weekend warriors out there, my AT rupture actually happened on the sidelines, not on the field or court. Like Alice in Wonderland, I fell down a rabbit hole. I was watching my son’s All-Star baseball game finals at a school field on a twilit June evening. I ran up a little hill to get a better view, and felt my left shoe jam straight down into the hole that I hadn’t noticed. As I fell forward flat on the ground, I felt the hard ‘pop’, which I mistook for a stray foul ball hitting me in the calf!
This is my third day post-op. It’s gone pretty well so far, with the pain adequately managed by one Percocet every 4 hours, augmented by ibuprofen at the 2-hour interval. (I thought you weren’t supposed to mix ibu and acetamenophin, but the anesthesiologist recommended this.) I’m just way more tired than I was on the first or second day. I slept 10 hours, had breakfast, slept 5 more. Does this sound normal? Maybe it’s a way to stave off depression?!
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