Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Still Here

I'm still here, just trying to get back into the swing of things at work after my convalescence. Offspring gets highly tickled to see me clomping around in my aircast boot, and has nicknamed me FrankenFoot.

Stomping around like Lurch on a bender is playing havoc with my left side. Who knew that such unbalanced gait would make the whole left side of the body sore? The verdict of the ortho guy was that he doesn't see a break after all, but when the ligament tears away slightly from the navicular bone on the top of the foot, it dislodges a section of the bone, and can look like a fracture on x-rays. So, in shorter, easier-to-understand terminology: it ain't broke, but it damn sure feels like it. He oohed and aahed over the bright purple hue of my toes and mashed on my left knee hematoma ("big-ass lumpy bruise", for those of you not fluent in medico-speak) a bit. When he heard me gasping for breath like a landed salmon, he mumbled, "That area will continue to be tender for a while. I wouldn't be surprised if the ankle heals before the hematoma does." Yeah. It probably would have healed faster if you hadn't been mashing it like prizes were gonna magically fall out of it at any given moment, Doc. I'll forgive him 'cause he's cute, though.

I'm working on yet another post (rant) in my (seemingly unending) string of epistles (diatribes) on the culture of fat. Prepare to be on vacation when I finally get around to posting it.

6 comments:

purple_kangaroo said...

I hope it feels better quickly and steadily.

Marni said...

Bless your heart...

Can't wait to hear your new "rant"...

amy said...

After all that, I'm not sure if I'm glad for you that it's not broken or not. (Could I get another "not" in that sentence? Sheesh.)

Anyway, loved the 'mashing for prizes' descriptor. When I had appendicitis, my pain was atypical and it was, of course, after hours. So, instead of getting me to surgery, the ER docs kept me there until morning, coming in every so often to prod me in the side and say, "Well, if it's appendicitis, we want to get you into surgery before it bursts." Really, doc? You don't want it to burst? Then maybe you should quit PUNCHING ME THERE!

I know it's their job to figure out what's wrong and that feeling the tissue requires pressure, but good god - it's like they're competing to see how much pain they can inflict in a given day.

(Also looking forward to a rant...)

ccw said...

been mashing it like prizes were gonna magically fall out of it at any given moment

I know you're in pain but that killed me.

Songbird said...

That really is an award-winning phrase, Klee.

purple_kangaroo said...

Big hugs.