X-Rays

Before I get in to the details of the check up on my ankle, I'd like to offer a few small suggestions to those of you who, in the near future, may be planning to build a medical office building.

1. Don't put the casting room as far from the waiting room as possible. What kind of sick torture device is that? Believe me, if I'm there because something is broken, I hurt enough without crutching a quarter of a mile to the stupid room to have a cast put on.

2. Don't put tile/marble floors in the bathroom. Um, wet floor, crutches? Need I say more?

3. In recent years, there have been amazing advancements in the development of bathroom doors. Some places, like movie theaters and airports, did away with outside bathroom doors a looong time ago. If, for some stupid-ass reason, you decide that having outside doors to the restroom is a must, please consider using ones that open with a button. Don't ever use the kind that have the hydrolic closing thingy. A person on crutches may have a difficult time getting the door open and getting through it before the door shuts on them again.

4. When measuring the size of the bathroom, please consider the extra room needed for a person with crutches to walk. Crutches go out at an angle from a person's body and if there is not enough room for them to walk between the stalls and the wall that person may very well have trouble navagating the very small aisle.

Okay, with that said, here comes the fun stuff.

This is the side view of my ankle taking on June 19th. Can you see the break way down on the slender bone(ha! I have a slender bone!)? And BTW, my leg is in the cast in the June 19th pictures. My legs are fat, but not that fat!


And the front view, June 19:


Front view July 2. See my little toenails?



Side view July 2. You can see the break the best on this one.


Don't I have cute bones?

I went in today for my 2-week check up. I found out that my ankle is still broken. Ha ha. They took off my pretty purple cast to get a good look at my hairy leg. Oh, and I suppose to look at the ankle, too. It didn't look too bad, but I didn't take the camera in to take a picture, sorry. I wanted to, but I thought that would be just a little weird (and I didn't have my cell phone with me). When the cast guy was cutting it off with the cast-cutter-thingy it was fine. When he yanked and twisted the two pieces of the cast trying to get it to tear off it hurt like hell. Sheesh. You'd think the guy would realize twisting a broken ankle is a bad idea. Madame Pomfrey he was not.

So I breathed heavily for a while trying not to barf on the lady that came to take me to x-ray. I asked her for a wheelchair because I was seeing black spots before my eyes and knew if I crutched it, I'd end up on the floor.

After x-rays, I came back and saw Doctor MacGough (pronounced, I kid you not, Magoo). He said more to his little memo machine than he did to me, but essentially the ankle is doing fine. They put me in a walking cast but I am to keep weight off the ankle for another two weeks and then I can start walking on it a little. I can't wait! In case you were all wondering, it totally sucks to have a broken ankle.

Then another casting guy put the new cast on. Like it? It looked very festive with my red pants earlier. I'm supposed to wear this one for 6 more weeks.



Okay, so that's the new cast story. I'll tell all about my camping trip in my next post.