Never a dull moment, always looking for blog fodder even when I'm in hibernation mode -- that's me.
So I finally got in to see Cindy the Wonder Therapist yesterday, and after doing her evaluation, she was not convinced that it was a sprain, but instead perhaps a hairline fracture. So since it was after hours, and she wanted me to get x-rayed ASAP (and wished I had had the x-ray even sooner in the week), she suggested I go to the E.R. for it.
As I write this, I am still waiting for the radiologist's report to come in to my primary care doc -- since the E.R. doc's impressive diagnosis was "I don't see anything big."
If we are looking to rule out a hairline or stress fracture, you wouldn't see something big, now, wouldja?
That, combined with the nurse who twice told me I should be taking Tylenol for the inflammation and me telling her twice that Tylenol is not an anti-inflammatory, and her saying, "Well, it IS..." and walking out of the room, (Is not. Is too. Is not.) and I just want to shoot somebody. (More than usual, even.)
I'm currently debating whether I should be making a formal complaint to the hospital or her supervisor -- not because she wasn't perfectly sweet and nice and all, but one does think that basic pharmacological knowledge about a very common medicine would be in order in one's E.R. nurses, wouldn't one?
Many of my friends have said before that I am a weird magnet, and that could be true, or it could just be that I'm more observant than others. One way or the other, I .... well, yeah, I do think I am a weird magnet.
But anyway, I did call today and ask the hospital whether a RADIOLOGIST has looked at the x-rays, and they told me yes -- that they would fax the report to my primary care doc. So I'm waiting to see if there was ANYTHING SMALL that could be seen on the shot, or if we are just in the business of looking for SOMETHING BIG. Guh. Not that I am cynical or sarcastic or anything. Oh, and if I had not made that call, they would be sitting over there growing moldy and whatever, apparently. Sigh again.
So glad it's not something important or life-threatening. Sigh again.
The good news is, as Margene pointed out quite by accident: It's my left foot. And I no longer drive standard shift, so I can drive. And this is important, because I have a very good work-related drive to make next week as a direct result of my new business website which really just went live last week. Yay!
More good news is that I am not in pain with it at all, except when I walk. It could be soooo much worse. It really would be nice to get it all healed up though -- I won't lie.
I'm supposed to keep it elevated and non-weight-bearing as much as possible. The beginning of gardening season, as well as the fact that I was truly just hitting my stride and getting in the groove with running -- make this not a good time to have to sit with my foot in the air. Not that there is any good time, mind. And it would be ten times worse if this were the dead of snowy winter and I had to somehow shove this wrapped and air-casted foot into a boot. Shudder.
And Mr. Jefferies is not happy about the no-recreational-walking rule, either.
Oh, and P.S.: Hi! I'm back! (Thanks to all the wonderful notes and comments. It means the world to me.)
P.P.S. In honor of this fateful event, I've put the movie at the top of my Netflix list. If it were streaming, I'd be watching it now, but sadly it's not.