The second after I fell down … I knew something wasn’t right.
i didn’t feel any pain … but my right foot felt funny. Not normal.
And yet, I was still able to drive to my day job.
But the longer the day went, the more worried i became that I had fallen on slippery snow and had done something to my ankle. Maybe I stretched a tendon. Maybe I wrenched something.
And in that moment … I scheduled a walk-in appointment for my orthotics doctor.
I told him what I had done, and I showed him my foot.
“Let’s get an X-ray and see how things progress.”
Three X-rays later …
“Okay, Mr. Miller, we’re scheduling surgery for Wednesday.”
“You broke your ankle. You actually have a tallus shift in your foot from the break. If we don’t correct it immediately, you could develop very bad results.”
And with that … a nurse brought in some crutches and a walking boot. A bigger walking boot than I dealt with back in 2017 when I broke my left foot.
The prospect is … surgery on Wednesday, most likely to implant some screws in my bones, then no load-bearing on that foot for four to six weeks.
No, it’s gotta be sooner. I’ve got Trivia Bowl and the Patroons home opener, and I will CRAWL to both events if I have to.
But right now I’m going through emotions. Not good emotions. Angry, painful, hurtful emotions. I spent all last night replaying the fall in my mind. What could I have done that would have minimized the damage? Well, certainly not falling on the ground would have been tops …
The last time I had bone surgery, it was a long and painful recovery. It took three months to get my A1C down to a manageable level for surgery. Then came the recovery period. Thankfully it’s in a good place today. But I’m still feeling …
Yeah. This isn’t three months of waiting until my body can handle the knife. It’s TOMORROW. in other words … whatever I did to my ankle … I really did some work to it.
So everybody … please bear with me while I go through this. My emotions may be in a thousand different places. Frustration. Hurt. Anger. Fear. Will I ever drive again? I mean, this is my right ankle, and my car is set up for a right-footed driver. Will I be at Opening Night for the Patroons? Will I be able to compete in Trivia Bowl?
And … most importantly … will I make it through the surgery without the horrifying anesthetic nightmares that have plagued me in the past?
Ugh. Straight up ugh.
Let me repeat. Straight up ugh.