Promised to keep you posted.
Three weeks post surgery now. Was in a wee bit more pain than I had anticipated (It’s not that I’m a wuss, I just don’t like pain) and recovery is gonna take a while and will be slow and painful after a trimalleolar fracture, or so I’ve been told.
My foot started to burn and tingle really badly the first week, so we dropped by the hospital to have it checked out. They opened the bandage and we quickly found out it was stuck to the incisions. Ouch. As it turned out it was ‘only’ the severe swelling pressing on my nerves. Annoying, but not harmful.
Had my two-week follow-up appt with the surgeon; a really nice guy, who called us into his room to show us the x-rays from before and after the surgery on his computer so we could take pics. He figured the x-rays belonged in my documentary ‘Ankle Slaying part II’.
Care to play spot the differences?!
It was broken alright. This doesn’t even show the back side. I think they call it a Weber B fracture, one of the more common fractures.
The swelling has subsided since then but I’ll spare you the photos of the incisions. It ain’t pretty and you’ll lose your appetite. They’re huge and on both sides of my ankle but not nearly as thick and ragged as we feared they would be.
J-man loves them. We thought he’d be freaked out by them but instead he can’t stop looking at them and says they look just like trees. Weird kid.
After they removed my stitches I was given the green light to work on my ankle, within reason of course. So I did. Man, was it stuck. Completely stuck and slowly I started to panic at the idea of not being able to regain full use of my ankle.
Must say that after two weeks of carefully training it I have a better range of motion now but still… deep down inside I have serious doubts whether my ankle will ever recover 100%. I try to stay optimistic, though.
My dorsiflexion (foot moving upward) was -7 and is now at 0, which is not nearly enough for my ankle to work properly, but I’m making slow progress. I have a lot of work still cut out for me.
In roughly 3 weeks, if the x-ray turns out okay, I will start physical therapy several times a week and will be taught how to walk with half a fricken hardware store in my foot. Until then I can’t put any pressure on it and I gracefully hop around with the use of a walker, crutches and even a wheelchair now. The bright side? For the first time in over a decade I don’t have to cook for myself!
Bakugan is from the devil. ‘Nuff said.