Week 2 and that “Oh shit” moment
Yesterday was week 2 with a planned doctor appointment today. So naturally being a woman. I didn’t want to go smelling like the hubbies socks (inside joke). Since I’ve only been able to sponge bath since surgery I was determined to shower the stink off before I saw my doctor.
I’d planned this endeavor pre-op, had the shower chair, had the bricks to hold the outside legs of the chair since the tub was to narrow for the whole chair. Had hoped the wheelchair would fit through the door frame but it was a no go. With the walker and help from the hubs, I safely maneuvered onto the chair. Hubs removed my splint and dressing just in case the water dripped down my leg which I was able to keep out and up from the water of the shower.
It all worked as planned, until I tried to reattach my butt to the wheelchair. I had figured on getting the foot re-wrapped once I was back in bed… yep. I miss judged the distance to the wheelchair and went down. What was my bodies automatic response?
Yep you guessed it. Down went my bad foot trying to catch me. I landed sideways, chest/back and arm on the wheelchair with butt hanging inches above the floor. All I remember is looking at my bad foot and thinking “shit”.
What makes it even worse is, it could have been prevented with simple common sense and I’m berating both my husband’s and my own laziness. The reason the wheelchair was just out of reach was because it was on the other side of a walk-through dog gate. The g ate is a simple wheeled pressure gate and could have easily been removed just by loosening up (unscrewing) the four anchors and setting it aside.
I was thinking, “I fit through it to get to the bathroom, it should be easy to go out it. What I hadn’t taken into account was that my husband had moved it off to the side so he could come help me and didn’t put it back as I had it.
So there I am, dangling on the wheelchair with my bad foot at a 90 degree angle against the dog gate.. I managed to get myself back up into the chair without further pressure on my foot and thought, thank goodness it doesn’t hurt… then the pain came. An intense burning at the back of my heel, I RICEed it after hubs re-splint it but the pain became worse, so I loosed everything up, took a pain pill and went to bed.
Today was “Stitches out day”, even though the foot was feeling better, I confessed my stupidity. Stitches were removed and doc checked the foot over. I was able to bend it to “neutral” without pain, and she was able to move it another 2 degrees.
Good news… I didn’t do any damage with my fall and I can leave the splint off in bed. I’m to remain NWB for 2 more weeks then recheck should begin the boot. I’m to exercise the ankle often and wear the splint when I’m moving about.
