You might remember my tumble down the stairs at the end of July (if not, you can read about it
here). My sprained ankle did not heal as quickly as I expected, so I went back to the doctor for more xrays. He sent me to physical therapy for six weeks. While things improved, I still had pain in my foot. My physical therapist sent me back to the doctor with a recommendation that I get an MRI. The doctor took more xrays and sent me off for an MRI.
Looking at my MRI results, my doctor said, "Well...I don't blame you for not getting better." I'm sure he meant this to be reassuring, but I'm less sure how he thought it would be - the MRI should numerous microfactures and contusions to two bones in my foot and three bones in my ankle. In any event, he gave me two options: if I promised to keep the foot non-weight-bearing, he would give me an immobilizing boot; if I could not make such a promise, he would cast my foot. I promised to keep off the foot, a promise I broke the minute I got to my car and realized there was no way I could drive home.
For the next four weeks, I kept to my promise. For the first two weeks, I didn't drive at all, relying on Courtney and Bryce for transportation. I later discovered I could drive Craig's car, because it's bigger and allowed room for me to get my boot out of the way enough to drive with my left foot, but my driving was still somewhat limited.
Despite my crutches, we kept up with our busy lives. We took Kai to Apple Valley for cider and dinner. I've accompanied Craig through Target and Costco and various other shopping adventures. We've toured houses and apartments. And when Dave visited unexpectedly, we stopped at a mall in San Diego and Dave carried me up three flights of stairs:
I returned to the doctor this week with one shrunken calf and an inflexible ankle. He was surprised I had managed to be so compliant keeping weight off the foot. This may be the first time a doctor has called me "compliant" with anything. But perhaps it is worth the effort - I'm off the crutches in four weeks instead of six and I've skipped the walking boot altogether. I've got a brace and several more weeks of physical therapy to look forward to, but at least I'm walking again.