Can I curse here?
Long story short, partial tear repaired in 2009.
Pt on and off.
Rolled my ankle in Hawaii, bad sprain.
Back to PT, everything is looking AWESOME!
Range of motion, flexibility…every thing was going well.
Last week we started with trampoline to fatigue.
Not a problem.
Then a jump is added, again no problem.
I do the bloody exercise once, I jump with both feet right to left and feel and hear a loud “pop” in my right, injured, ankle.
I *know* this is not good, even if I can bear weight on it.
This is Wednesday.
Thursday I woke up a bit achy, kind of like when you have worked out and your muscles are a bit sore.
Walking became a bit painful but not oh-my-god-I’m-going-to-pass-out pain.
Friday I call the office because I know this is WRONG.
On call Dr. leaves a message at the house phone, “you have a bad sprain, ice it”
Waddled through the weekend, even went to a Renaissance Faire in full costume on Sunday, go figure.
Monday I had to work and I decided to give my own Doc one more call.
His nurse wasted no time to call me back, ordering me off my feet and using crutches.
The angel got me an appointment today.
I’ve been so worried I’d either rip the left one or re-injure myself, and lo and behold I have.
Verdict is partial tear right above the repair and some scar tissue that separated.
Look who got a new shoe..
6-8 weeks in a boot, no cast. And then an additional 10-12 weeks therapy.
I’m so pizzed right now, but also very very scared for a full tear so I’m elevating and walking as little as possible in the boot.
Guess I’ll pull up a chair for a bit more.
