Cracking up
I guess I'm overdue for a blog entry. Which generally means a lot has been going on. And although that is somewhat true this time, I've still had time to write. Smack! Ow, ok, that hurt. Don't hit me anymore.
June was supposed to be my first month back at New York flying off to exotic international locations. But that hasn't happened. The week before Beth and I went to Mexico, my left ankle started to hurt. I didn't think much of it, and proceeded to have a good time in Mexico while indulging in Amber's 800mg Ibuprofen she procurred from the hotel pharmacy. Mix that with some tequila, and hell, I forgot I had ankles all together. When I returned home, however, and the tequila well dried up and Amber went home with her drugs, my ankle was still there and still hurting.
I decided to see my doc about the situation. She sent me for an x-ray, which showed a problem, but was not clear enough to diagnose. Off to an MRI I go. The MRI showed I have a nondisplaced osteochondral fracture of the medial talar dome. Huh? I fractured my left ankle. I went to the orthopedist yesterday to begin treatment. I am now the proud owner of a second generation Darcor Body Armor Walker Boot. The technician at the prosthetics lab said it looked like something from Star Wars, and frankly, it sounds like something from Star Wars. No, I haven't turned to the "Darc" side, yet. But I might since I am now officially home from work until futher notice.
My next appointment is July 21 where I'll find out if the fracture is healed/healing or whether or not I need to have my ankle drilled. Lovely, I know. The fracture maybe small enough where they'll have to go in and drill several small holes around it to stimulate healing. Sounds rather archaic to me, but if it works, I guess I can't complain. But surely it'll mean another month off of work, and I'm already going nuts. And I'm taking Beth with me.
The upside to all this is Beth had planned a trip last weekend to visit some friends in Reno and then visit with my parents on Father's Day. I got to crash the trip and go with her since I wasn't going to be at work. We got to spend time with Brett and Sherry and Dan and Rene, spend time with my parents, grandpa, both aunts and uncles and several cousins, and visit with Teresa before heading home. It was a fun, four day weekend, although much shorter then we would've liked. I guess I'll be going back sometime next month since I'll be off and have more time to visit. Oh, and next month is my ten year reunion. I'll be going, sort of, but not to the main event.
June was supposed to be my first month back at New York flying off to exotic international locations. But that hasn't happened. The week before Beth and I went to Mexico, my left ankle started to hurt. I didn't think much of it, and proceeded to have a good time in Mexico while indulging in Amber's 800mg Ibuprofen she procurred from the hotel pharmacy. Mix that with some tequila, and hell, I forgot I had ankles all together. When I returned home, however, and the tequila well dried up and Amber went home with her drugs, my ankle was still there and still hurting.
I decided to see my doc about the situation. She sent me for an x-ray, which showed a problem, but was not clear enough to diagnose. Off to an MRI I go. The MRI showed I have a nondisplaced osteochondral fracture of the medial talar dome. Huh? I fractured my left ankle. I went to the orthopedist yesterday to begin treatment. I am now the proud owner of a second generation Darcor Body Armor Walker Boot. The technician at the prosthetics lab said it looked like something from Star Wars, and frankly, it sounds like something from Star Wars. No, I haven't turned to the "Darc" side, yet. But I might since I am now officially home from work until futher notice.
My next appointment is July 21 where I'll find out if the fracture is healed/healing or whether or not I need to have my ankle drilled. Lovely, I know. The fracture maybe small enough where they'll have to go in and drill several small holes around it to stimulate healing. Sounds rather archaic to me, but if it works, I guess I can't complain. But surely it'll mean another month off of work, and I'm already going nuts. And I'm taking Beth with me.
The upside to all this is Beth had planned a trip last weekend to visit some friends in Reno and then visit with my parents on Father's Day. I got to crash the trip and go with her since I wasn't going to be at work. We got to spend time with Brett and Sherry and Dan and Rene, spend time with my parents, grandpa, both aunts and uncles and several cousins, and visit with Teresa before heading home. It was a fun, four day weekend, although much shorter then we would've liked. I guess I'll be going back sometime next month since I'll be off and have more time to visit. Oh, and next month is my ten year reunion. I'll be going, sort of, but not to the main event.
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