two shoes… almost.

So it was physio visit this morning, and the signs seem to be all good. My physio said the tendon is in good shape, and the scare tissue is alot better than the last time, there is a lot more movement in the foot, very close to being the same as my good one!

Then she asked “Do you have a shoe with you?”

I didn’t. Bugger.

If I had my other shoe with me I would of got to try two shoes for the first time in nearly 6 months… O well another week won’t make much difference I guess.

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and then there was one.

Small foam block that is… Doc today and another block was taken out, so that gets me flat in the old Aircast. Little bit daunting as it was at this stage last time I had my ‘set back’, but my leg feels 100% different than at this stage than last time, much stronger, much more like a ‘normal’ leg.

So I’m back to see the Doc in a month, so it’s now over to my Physio to get me out of the Aircast in the next couple of weeks!

Again the light seems a little bit closer, I know there’s still work to do, and I don’t want to get my hopes up, but I’m moving in the right direction.

Which is good, cos my Aircast now smells so bad it could walk by on it’s own… I was offerend a new one, but I’m sticking with it, we’ve been through a lot together… albeit slowly.

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I MISSED CELEBRATING MY 100TH POST!

So here’s a pic of Heidi Klum to make up for it.

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“it’s not just a light at the end of the tunnel, there’s a big chink of light”

Not my words but the words of my physio… which was nice to hear.

Today was an 8am physio appointment (O yes 8am!) and I’ve been moved up to doing calf exercises with the black threaband, still no heal raises, but as I’ve said before I have 100% faith in my new physio so what she says goes as far as I’m concerned. So a good half hour massage and a chat about the All Ireland final and I was on my way. I did ask how long she thought I was away from getting back on two feet, she told me I was four or five months away from getting back to sport. In the nicest possible way I said that I couldn’t care less about sport right now, my basketball days are done (LeBron will sleep easier tonight), just what about walking? It would seem that once I get down flat in the boot walking will happen pretty quickly, maybe not walking properly for a while, but that will come, it’s been five months after all.

So all in all that’s pretty good news, I was feeling like there was a bit of a cloud over me for the last few days, but that news has lifted the old sprits a bit!

My days of walking like RoboCop might just be numbered.

And it’s Friday… I’ve little to moan about really.

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red is the new blue

SO physio yesterday… now I don’t want to know my old physio (which means I probably going to) but my new one is a different breed. She has no problem telling me not to do what the last one told me to do, already has really worked the tendon via a massage a couple fo time (the last one didn’t touch me) and is making me feel a lot more confident that she knows how to get me up and at it again. I’m still off heel raises, and until the last block comes out she won’t let me, but I’m onto the red threaband for calf exercise, so that’s something.

Between her and my doc I do feel like I’m in good hands.

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hi ho, hi ho, it’s off too the doc I go (went)

So today was check in day with my Doc and after two ultrasounds and two MRI’s he was happy to let me take another block out (again) which leave me almost at 90°… I won’t lie there was a since of relief washed over me as I exited the Hospital. Even though I know I’m not out of the woods, the last few weeks (months? I loose track now) where pretty up and down. Getting scans, waiting for results of scans, has been the worst part of this injury… it’s very odd knowing that when you get a scan it should give an answer, but it I’ve learned it’s not always the case.

I don’t want to get ahead of myself, and think too positive as I know there’s still a fair bit to go, but at least now I feel like I can move on to the final stage of recovery. Sure there’s a chance it could go again, but I feel now like I’ve earned the right to forget about that for a bit (as much as you can) and just see what happens.

So I have one block left, along with the blue block I will wear in my shoe when I get to that stage. The Doc did say I could wear two blocks in my shoe if I was worried, it was at that stage last time when I heard the dreaded ‘pop’… but I’ll see how I get on when I get there.

So I head to the physio tomorrow morning, but I think until I get down to the final block she might not let me do too much. Then back to see the Doc in two weeks time to get the last block out and see what comes next.

I bumped into a guy who the last time I saw him in a hospital had a full cage round his leg after a nasty break, he was now out of the cage, walking well, and a good few months off being back to normal again, but it was good to see him back in action… it’s funny there’s a little group of cast/crutch buddies you meet when you’re a regular in the hospital, nice to see them getting on and getting healthy.

What the hell I’m going to chuck one of these in… 🙂

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On the bright side

‘recovery’ has been up there on the tags… which is nice to see. 🙂

 

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For the first time I felt properly frustrated.

As I’ve said I want my blog to be as honest as possible, this is one of those posts… it might help someone, or you could just think ‘get over it’ either way it’s all good.

For the first time since my injury I feel properly frustrated, I’m now four and half months in casts and for some reason today I hit a bit of a wall. My leg feels good, but my Doc is still a bit like ‘if it goes again we’ll have to…’ and I’m thinking ‘that’s easy for you to say, if it goes again I’ll spend the guts of a year in casts!’. I left my job recently and have a couple of interviews coming up,  I start some freelance work tomorrow for a couple of weeks and it should be a really exciting time, but I just wish I wasn’t in a cast anymore. I’ve done everything I was told to do, and I know I was just a bit ‘unlucky’ but I am just a bit fed up with it all now. Trying to impress potential employers, but saying ‘O I can’t do this morning as I have a doctors appointment’ or ‘Do you mind if I’m late in as I have physio’ is a pain in the arse. I know these things happen though and what will be will be.

I’ve now had one Ultrasound that said I’d ruptured (at the start). An Ultrasound that said I was OK (one I paid for after they thought I might of re-ruptured). An Ultrasound that I’d re-ruptured (the second one in the hospital). An MRI that said I hadn’t (but didn’t scan far enough up the leg). Another MRI (this week to scan further up the leg). This must be enough scans for anyone.

There is light at the end of the tunnel, the Doc say another four weeks (which is about three and half ish as I type) but ‘RE-RUPTURE’ keeps flashing before my eyes.

There. I feel better. Sometime it’s good to get it off your chest, part of the reason I did a blog was to be able to do this kind of thing.

Moan over.

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