phaedz’s AchillesBlog

Well…I want to say hello and thanks to everyone for all of their valuable posts and information.  This bar none has been one of the craziest injuries of my life and I feel alot less crazy and depressed knowing that there are others like me out there.

I ruptured my achilles about 2 weeks ago and am a week post op.  I ruptured my  achilles sprinting to save a giant turtle from death as he was crossing the road…the irony LOL.  I have never had any part of my body fail me…I have been like a thoroughbred race horse my whole life so as I am sprinting in the road wearing my Nikes and all of a sudden a pop happens and I feel like my heel is no longer attached to my leg…I just could not believe it…really I still can’t.

The first 24 hours were horrific for me psychologically (and I have a mind of steel), but reading all the stuff people say did my psych more harm than good.  It took me seeing my ortho surgeon to set my mind at ease, like this ain’t no big thing.

Within 24 hours I ordered myself that cart with a basket from Amazon and one of those covers for my leg so I could bathe…taking no bath or shower is not an option.  I duct tape that thing on my leg and clean up…this in itself helps me feel better.  I am one week post op and I want to share what I have been doing.

My surgery was on a Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning I was in a hyperbaric chamber for an hour and half…I did this for the first 5 days.  This is not covered by insurance, but I am making an investment in my health and recovery here.  I have also been sleeping on an Amythest bio mat.  My doctor was nice enough to agree to put me in the boot right after surgery…and that alone has been a Godsend.  I take it off to air it out at night and wiggle my toes etc.

One of the nights last week I fell asleep without my boot on…I was on my pain pills and I slightly remember having a pain in my leg.  I have completely freaked myself out to the point that I called my doctor today and asked him to see me tomorrow morning to “make sure” that I didn’t do something to my tendon in my sleep that I vaguely remember because of narcotics.

I am doing this because I almost feel TOO GOOD…zero pain, zero swelling, bruising that was from before, my incision looks like a paper cut with stiches, I can point my toes like a ballerina…the only thing I refuse to do is flex my foot or put any weight on it whatsoever.  Either I am healing like a sci-fi film or in my sleep I just tore the crap out of everything and there is nothing left to feel bad.

So I am going to my ortho surgeon to get a piece of mind or hear the worst news in the world.  I am literally laughing at myself as I am typing this because I sound like an obsessed hypochondriac which is like the furthest thing in the world from what I am.  Lets just say this injury has brought out the worst in me.  Being dependent on others or asking for help is NOT my strong point.

Send me some good mojo tomorrow…hoping for good news from the Doctor

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