I am so painfully sick of telling this stupid story (the saga of my life), but I just voluntarily roped myself into yet another rendition of it all, so here goes.
Two years ago, a horse slipped and fell down onto my right side while I was on his back. The impact caused the stirrup to completely crush the navicular bone in my foot. (I know, I didn't even know there was a navicular bone in the foot either, and believe me, it's NOT a good bone to break. And for those of you that know anything about horses, it is a bit ironic.) I had surgery to repair the bone, and was off my feet for months. The bone itself healed but there was so much damage done to the joints around the injury that I developed arthritis. (I know, I thought arthritis was only something old people had, but let me tell you, I have a new appreciation for the term...It f-ing hurts!) I limped around on the bum foot in denial for over two years. I was at a concert over the summer and some a**hole guy actually came up to me and asked if I needed a wheelchair. Um RED FLAG. It was like a shot of reality into my brain. I had a limp. I was the girl who limped around like she had a broken leg. So I finally decided that unless I wanted to officially be a cripple at 24, and in a wheelchair at 25, it was time to go under the knife once again.
I went to lots of different doctors to get as many opinions as possible. After all, this is the foot I need to walk around on for the rest of my life. Finally I found a new surgeon I really liked and felt comfortable with. I'm tired of the details so I'm going to skip right ahead. This time the doctor fused the painful joints, which means they literally removed the joints and screwed the bones together. So now instead of 3 bones and 2 joints (at the site of the injury), I have only 1 bone, 10 titanium screws and a plate in my foot. I won't lie, it makes me cringe to think about it.
I went to the doctor on Monday to get the surgical cast removed and a plaster cast on. My stomach is still turning in circles at the thought of what my foot looks like underneath the cast. I am actually so demented that I had the urge to take pictures of it...
The hardest part of it all is that now I am on crutches for two months, followed by a walking cast, then phyical therapy, etc. Long story short, it will be months before I am walking around normally again, driving my car, having a life... In the big picture, a couple of months really is not a long time. I do realize this. And probably to those who are so busy that they hardly have time to eat and sleep, sitting on the couch watching endless movies, reading books and mags doesn't sound so bad. But the grass is always greener and for me it is slightly torturous. As I sit here, completely immobile, waiting patiently for my foot to heal, I see the world passing me by a million miles an hour.
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