So, I finally got a call back from orthopedics regarding my ankle…
I’m now sitting in the waiting room- waiting to find out what my next step will have to be. I’m fairly sure there will be more xrays, & they’ll tell me that they want to see me again at some future point. Isn’t that always the way it works with specialists?
I – almost don’t want to know what they’re going to tell me.
I don’t want to hear the word “surgery”.
My anxiety has skyrocketed through the roof, as I sit here, over thinking all the scenarios that could play out when I finally get face to face with the doc.
So, I’m going to cross my fingers/eyes/toes, and wish on every star I see, that the answer will be simple.
“Just gnaw it off. Simple.”
UPDATE- NO SURGERY! Just call me “Gimpy” for the next few weeks, as I’ll be rockin’ the boot for a while yet, but I can now dump the crutches when I don’t need them, & the doc told me I can go down to an ankle brace in about 3-4 weeks, or as soon as I feel I can use it without too much pain. YES!
I’ll be back on my treadmill before the end of the year. I might be slower than a turtle in molasses, but I’m bound & determined I’ll do it.
Probably a good thing I didn’t go ahead and gnaw off the foot, then.