29
March
2012

Today is not a good day…I need some support!19

The feeling of frustration has started to set in…I’m not really sure where it came from but it happened very suddenly last night. I’ve had a constant tingling, pins&needles feeling in my ankle that is just so uncomfortable, and last night my skin under my cast started itching like crazy. I looked up remedies online and found the one that seemed the safest and wouldn’t cause any potential damage to my skin under the cast or the injury - using a blow dryer on cool and pointing it down your cast.  Mine is too tight at this point and it was difficult pulling at it to get the cool air down there, which frustrated me more.   Basically, it didn’t help.

Also, I began icing under my knee to help with the swelling but I think due to me being so stressed out, it didn’t feel like it was really working. I know I’m in the home stretch…exactly (I hope) 12 days until I get the cast off and get put into a walking boot..but I think it’s going to be a hard 12 days..it just feels so itchy and so annoying and so painful. Sleeping is a nightmare, and I just want to shower normally. I HATE the crutches, simply because I have 2 flights of stairs I have to conquer at work every day, and the bathroom of course is on the bottom floor. I think when you have an injury like this it takes an emotional toll, because a couple days ago I felt happy and positive, and today I just feel miserable.  I just want to get back to my normal routines, be able to walk freely, be able to really stretch my leg and scratch it if I need to..I’m just SO frustrated! Any support would be great…I’m 24 years old so I think that’s also playing a role in this…I’ve never had an injury of this type and it’s difficult to overcome at times.  I guess the dreary weather here doesn’t help. :-p

28
March
2012

How did it feel once the cast was gone for good?6

My question for everyone is…what was it like when you finally had the cast off? Did the feeling of bending your ankle send you screaming?

I have 2 weeks from yesterday until I’ve fulfilled my time period of wearing the cast, and my doctor told me to bring that large space-y looking walking boot, so I’m assuming that is what I will be wearing around next. Does anyone have any feedback on what it was like putting the boot on for the first time?

28
March
2012

…and the stitches are out!0

Okay so first let me say that getting your cast off is an extremely frightening experience.  The noise alone is horrendous, but seeing the blade cut into your cast and feeling it press against the sheer layer that is separating it from slicing into your skin is enough to give anyone a near panic-attack.  However, once the cast was successfully cut off, I held it up in the air as if it were on display. Kind of similar to female assistants to magicians, who’s bodies are miraculously put back together after being sawed apart.

I never had stitches before, so I was a little worried about that process because my ankle had been stinging for quite some time.  I got to give it a once over before he began to take them out…my ankle looks really, really funny. I think it’s just because I haven’t seen it in a while.  The stitching was really well done, and I felt good about that. It was just…gross kinda. I’m also very excited for/dreading the day I finally bend my ankle for the first time after being off it for 3 weeks…is it the worst pain in the world? Will I survive? It’s going to be rough, but I feel excited because I know that’s one step closer to being healthy again.

I think the worst part of this entire fiasco is the fact that I have an extremely over-active bladder, and there are 2 flights of stairs between me and the bathroom at work. Today was quite a thrill because during my second trip down there, I noticed that one of the other production workers had mopped, leaving the floor glistening wet. For some reason I thought I could make it to the bathroom and my crutches would hold, but in two seconds I felt them come out from under me, and I was sliding around on one foot.  How I kept my balance and didn’t fall is beyond me but I’m so thankful I didn’t have to use my other foot…I think instinctively my brain knows that it’s hurt, so it wasn’t used as a reflex.  I’m on my way back downstairs now to go to lunch…wish me luck I actually make it to my car in one piece.

Slow and steady…

28
March
2012

This is rough…0

Having one leg may be the most difficult and eye-opening experience of my life.

I found this out exactly 10 days ago. My mobility has changed and I’m no longer the swift and quick-legged youngster I used to be. I’m crippled, miserable, forlorn, and have to now choose my outfits depending on what my over-sized, pink cast can slip on over.

I attended a comedy show on Saturday night, and figured I’d wear a skirt that somewhat matched my cast, because I’m just becoming that obnoxious. We had perfect placement in the show because it was right next to the door, so my over-active bladder wouldn’t annoy too many people around me. I actually got complimented by the waitress who said I pulled it off well. I beamed like a little child because anyone who compliments me with my cast is automatically my new best friend. I think the hardest part was the 3 block walk to get to the show, but if anything, at least I’m getting my arm workouts in. Also, my right leg is going to be toned as fuck because it’s been carrying all my weight. It’s the little victories in life.

The most eye-opening part of this injury HAS to be the looks of annoyance, disdain, and curiosity that come from perfect strangers of all ages. This happens most often when I’m on the motor scooter that shopping plazas and some stores provide for people who are physically unable to walk long distances, AND the morbidly obese who claim to anyone within earshot that it’s necessary for their back.

I’m not sure what it is about Walrmart, or the diverse clientele, but they were very accepting of the fact that I had to use a motor scooter to get around. I got smiles, laughter, and even compliements as I weaved in and out of aisles, leaving destruction and items in my dust, much to my boyfriend’s dismay. I had a blast. Just for fun, I’d back up for an unnecessarily long time, just so I could hear the obnoxious beeping noise it makes. Little kids envied me, and I had the pleasure of watching them re-arrange things in the electronics section so that I could have ample space to move about. It was very polite.

Hannaford, however, was a different story altogether. The chick in the pink cast rolling around in a scooter got NO love. First of all, there were about 500 people in there, so mobility was extremely difficult. However, I tried my best not to roll over anyone’s feet, and still it was a nightmare. At one point, I lost my boyfriend in the crowd and found myself in the pharmaceutical aisle and felt as though I was in the middle of ongoing traffic on the highway. All the people morphed into SUV’s and we’re trying their best to run me off the road. By the time Joe caught up to me, I was stuck between a tower of vitamins and some protein thing, trying to do a 15-point turn so that I could escape the masses. Glares were thrown at my from all angles as I apologized, but it was pointless. I was officially the most hated person in Hannaford.

I think the ice-cream on top of this fantastic story is the fact that Joe forgot my crutches at the register, and I successfully crashed into another motor-scooter trying to back the vehicle gently into it’s original parking spot. I’m pretty sure the entire day was a gigantic fail.

I get my stitches off tomorrow..which is both nerve-wracking and exciting. I only got to look briefly when he took my cast of the first time, but I think I have about 15 or so. After that, it’s only 2 more weeks until (hopefully) I get the cast off for good, and can move into my next fancy shoe…a walking boot. I only hope I can lose the crutches in time for the J. Cole concert on April 14th…trying to maneuver with 2 sticks as legs through a concert of screaming drunk people is harder than it looks. Also, since I’ll most likely be drinking myself, drunk on crutches is just a disaster waiting to happen. Maybe I’ll just bring a scooter…