Booted

[legalmoose]

Saw my podiatrist this morning, and the verdict is...

Two more weeks in the space boot.

To say I was displeased would be an understatement. Oh, it’s not unexpected. I, myself have been saying that it would likely be at least another two weeks I’d be in the boot, but it was still annoying to hear it first hand.

The good news is that there’s no pain when he presses down on the spot where, two weeks ago, there was a good bit of pain on the outside of the ankle. The bad news, and the reason for the additional two weeks, is that there’s still some pain when the foot presses to the outside (like a 2-3 on the 10 point pain scale). This would be a bad thing for, say, walking, much less biking or swimming (we’re not even going to consider running at this point).

I found myself wanting to do something to take my mind off of this mess, but since the 9:00 a.m. appointment took all of 10 minutes, stores were still closed. I headed on to work, and walked through the L’Enfant Plaza shops. I did give in and get some decaf, but I found myself saying internally, “I’m stressed, I want something fatty to eat - go get a muffin or something.” Gave my inner child a raised eyebrow look and said no to that one, though was not easy. I wasn’t hungry, I was upset, and that’s not a good reason to eat.

Actually taking the time to listen like that has not been something I’ve done much of, but with this ankle I’ve been upset a lot and I’ve had to start paying more attention to cravings since they are definitely affecting my waistline. Without the buffer that running had provided I can’t “afford” as many calories, yet I’ve not really altered my eating habits much. It’s gone down somewhat, but not enough. Whine, whine, whine, bitch, bitch, bitch, moan, moan, moan. ;-p

It’s just so damned frustrating that I’ve been out of action now for four, soon to be five months. No real exercise, very little sex (between the ankle and the new metal I added during the down time), lots of frustration, and a tendency to isolate myself when I’m feeling down have all combined in this plain old awful mood of late. I’ve been snippier than normal, which isn’t fair to lioncub or any other friends/partners/buddies/etc. I’m tired of seeing the looks from strange people on the Metro or the street when they notice the aircast, the comments/questions from new coworkers and the general inconvenience of the whole damned thing. I want my body back, and I’ve little patience with the healing process any more.

Comments

[thegreggory.livejournal.com]

I spent 3 months in one of those things during the summer of 2002, and 6 months back in 1997.

Not to mention, 6 weeks in a wheelchair, then I got Promoted to the Crutches, then a month on a Cane.

Fun times.

I feel for you.

[claddah76.livejournal.com]

I spent a good deal of my high school career in a leg brace alternating legs cuz I kept screwing up my knees in volleyball and football. A semester here in a total leg brace, surgery here and a brace after. Oh yeah fun!

[fj.livejournal.com]

I think you may want to look into phsyical activity you can do with your upper body. There must be something.

[the-dibbler.livejournal.com]

i was going to suggest the same thing. or maybe something low impact that won't put any stress on the foot.