Not much to say, still struggling with The Cost of Silver, hoping to check in here more often and read something more substantive than FB posts. I notice my last post is about not needing surgery and the upcoming rehab therapy, so I'll note that I have full flex and extension back in my right leg. Not ever allowed to do anything involving repeated impact to the tibial plateau, but biking, walking, weights and swimming are all encouraged.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Post ortho-clinic app't. No MRI, so status of ligaments still uncertain, but the tibia is healing nicely and risk of further cracking is minimal. Immobilizer is off (though suggested for long walks) and theoretically crutches could be shed.
However, the knee is still very stiff (working out which exercises to start with) and although it has not folded under me so far, I am still seized by unreasoning terror that it will - which causes me to forget 'which leg goes after which' like the centipede in the poem. So I'm hanging on to the crutches for now, and have searched youtube for the both-feet method of crutch-walking.
So, physiotherapy ahead. Though I have to say, this is the closest my calves have come to fitting into fashionable boots in my whole adult life.
But two of the friends who came for dinner tonight, one a nurse who now teaches at the community college, the other a med student going for sports medicine, had a look at my leg (unwrapped). Both have also seen the xray & CT scan pics that Mark took from the screen, and heard my account of what happened.
And they are of the opinion (though as they both said, not the diagnosis) that the reason I'm not in any particular pain is that the ligaments aren't torn - they're detached. Meaning an operation to re-attach, and another 6 weeks recuperation, at some point. Which they reassured me wasn't a big deal.
I had noticed that the doctors had been kind of skating around that topic, and I would rather someone was straight with me. But while I realise that it doesn't make any difference at present and that there's nothing I can do about it either way, it is somewhat disheartening to consider the likelihood that there's a bunch more to go of this.
Also my right hand hurts when I put weight on it, which makes the crutching harder just when I was getting the hang of it.
My 'it could be worse' reflex is a little tired.
No pics, fortunately.
As anticipated greatly, I took the immobilizer off for a little while. I washed my leg, yay! So it is clean, pale except for the purple and yellow bruises on the shin and outside knee. Nothing noticeable on the inside knee. The knee is swollen though not hugely, and very stiff. I didn't manage a full bend, just a gentle inch or so. I will try again tomorrow.
My calf is slack and flabby, which is kind of depressing after only 2 weeks. Maybe I can figure out what sort of foot-wiggling exercise can strengthen my calf. The thigh seems to be normal.
I adjusted the immobilizer front panel so that I can snug up the upper part. Maybe that will keep it from sliding down all the time.
So, a full week after I fell off the stepladder, this was my daily horoscope: "You have been pushing yourself beyond your limits for quite some time, and if you don't take a break soon then something may break."
How can I put any faith in astrology when they can't get their predictions in before the event?
Just covering all the entrances here - Last Sunday (May 19) I was pruning a tree, when a branch sprang back and pushed me off the stepladder, about 3 or 4 rungs up. I landed on one foot, jarred my knee and fell down. I called Mark, he made sure I could bend the knee, which I could, but when he helped me to stand up the knee bent in the other alignment as well. This is distressing.
Fortunately we live near the hospital (walking distance, ha ha). So from 3 pm to 10 pm I lay about on a stretcher in a corridor, had x-rays and a CT scan, read one paperback and two ebooks (Shadows on the Moon by Zoe Marriott and Hunter's Moon by Doyle & Macdonald), and was eventually sent home with a leg immobilizer, crutches, and a little envelope of hydromorphone.
Chipped tibial plateau. Photo of the CT scan on my blog, more on Facebook.
Now I'm at home, downstairs on the foldout bed because our house has stairs. I'm not in any particular pain, getting by with an extra-strength acetaminophen at night. I'm doing some weights and leg-lifts to keep the muscle twitches at bay, and I'm only sleeping 2 or 3 hours during the day, now. In another 5 days I can open the immobilizer and gently bend my leg, which I am looking forward to like you wouldn't believe.
But no weight on the leg until I've seen the orthopedic guy again, June 28, when I find out whether there's ligament/tendon damage as well as the chipped bone. So every crutch-borne excursion to the washroom or to the doctor's is fraught with worry that I'll tip and catch myself with the bad leg and bugger my knee up for good and all.
On the plus side, this gives me lots of time to write once I can stay awake.
Cost of Silver synopsis 2.something has gone to Caitlin. Oof.
And I can't have a drink to celebrate because it is Happy Methotrexate Day. Bugger. Maybe I will eat a whole bag of salt and pepper flavoured potato chips instead.
Because I am nothing if not predictable:
Room 50 VPX
A special gift has been given in your name.
The gift of sight is the gift of light - and life.
To my tribe and the best workshop ever,
A small gift can have a huge impact.
The gift given in your name will give sight to a man or boy blinded by cataracts. Restored sight means a father or grandfather can once again earn an income. A boy can go to school and see hope for the future. This gift of cataract surger through an Operation Eyesight partner hospital in Africa or India will result in freedome from a life of darkness and restored hope and dignity.
In other present news, I got a Kobo! Actually I got two, because both Mark and Chris decided to get me one, and only discovered the duplication when Mark picked Chris up at the ferry. So they tossed for who took one back. Chris was the one who taught me to use it, set up calibre and sent me info on dropbox, though.
(The menfolk are wrapping rippers, and I am a wrapping saver. They were saying 'Just rip it!' and I said 'I am ripping! I'm just ripping very carefully.')
The best present, though, is the lab results from Mark's biopsy in early December. Cancer-free. That piece of paper went under the tree, for the whole family.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year!
Is anyone going who would want/need/like to share a room at the hotel?