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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