The swelling has gone down quite a bit and the bruising isn't as dark. I had an MRI today to check out the tendons. The orthopedic doctor thinks I tore the peroneal tendon. That's the one that runs along the outside top of the foot. I see him on Monday to review the results of the MRI.
I am hoping to avoid surgery. I don't like hospitals and I would prefer not to have anyone cut my foot open. I've really been praying that this will heal in its own. I can handle some physical therapy if that's necessary. But I really don't want surgery or a cast.
I can't take that much time off work and my closest adult family members are thousands of miles away. From what I've read online, recovering from this kind of surgery can be brutal. I can handle the pain but I cannot stand sitting around doing nothing and asking other people for help.
I'm not normally bothered by living so far away from my family. I miss them and I want to be there with my Grandma. But I typically cope just fine. But when something like this happens, you realize how important your family is. In the bright side though, it really makes you appreciate your friends. I've had so many of my friends offer to help me. Patti's son helped me put my regular tires in my car and carried my suitcase upstairs on Sunday. He even carried the closet door downstairs that I removed like a month ago! And Rich came over tonight and carried my snow tires upstairs for me. And so many other friends have offered to cook and clean for me and do whatever else I might need help with. I'm stubborn and proud so i hope I don't have to take anyone up in their offers. But it sure makes all of this easier to know I have such wonderful people in my life. Perhaps this is God's way of showing me how truly wonderful my friends are.
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Hey hun - here's to hoping you don't have to have surgery. But you're right, an injury like this does really show you how great your friends are when they help you. But I know what it's like wanting to be independent and then you have to rely on other people for stuff. It's a good test of your own patience. My family is only hundreds of miles away but it's the same issue. My parents have said they'll come out here and stay with me for a couple of days for my surgery. I hope you get some good news on Monday.
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My friends are my adopted family out here. I know some people who hold grudges against others who don't offer to help in a time like this. But I really don't. Some people make great impromptu nurses and some people don't. It doesn't make them any more or less of a good friend. I've helped someone recover from arm surgery before and it's not easy. It's a frustrating process for the patient and the person providing care. It requires a lot of patience on both sides. Even if I was still with that person, I would not want him taking care of me after surgery. I would want someone who is patient and understanding and doesn't try to make everything about themselves.
ReplyDeleteBe prepared to take things slow. Don't push your recovery too quickly. Between your arm and my foot, I'm not sure how I can help but let me know if I can do anything. I'm good at praying so I will start there.