It is with heavy heart that I regret to say that I have gone and broken my ankle!!!
Monday night, returning from a near-midnight run to the bathroom at Dismal Nitch (across the bridge from Astoria), I misnavigated an abrupt change in the sidewalk level and went down on my knees and hands. Well, ouch! Knew immediately that I’d broken something, my foot insisting that it was no longer securely attached to my leg. Well I lay there for a bit, moaning and groaning, then pulled myself together and crawled to my van, which was about 15 feet away, thank goodness. Got in and called 911. While I waited for the ambo, I loaded up a few necessaries into my knitting bag. Only had to wait about 20 min for the ambo, another bit of luck. Very nice EMTs got me loaded up and shot me with some fentanyl. ER confirmed my break and tucked me in with some warm blankets. Called my sister and brother-in-law first thing Tues AM, they got there in the afternoon and whisked me off to a motel because no one hospitalizes you for a broken leg. My heroic sister took care of me. Which was quite a chore as I also sprained my right ankle, so she had to support most of my weight whenever I transferred in and out of my wheelchair. Saw an orthopod and got in for surgery on Friday. Supposed to get worked on at 10 am, but due to stuff I went in at 3 pm which was tedious but fine as I was dozy most of the time with Oxycodone. Got a small plate and a few screws installed. Anesthetist blocked a nerve before they cut me open which meant that all day yesterday my left leg was numb as a 2x4. Still was ordered to take Oxycodone every 4 hours as I would want as much Oxycodone on board as possible for when the block started to wear off. Which started happening about 9 pm, so my leg is now (about 2 am) just zinging away. I don’t think today will be much fun, but it should get better after that. Expected downtime is 6 weeks…
I guess we’ll see.