Head, Shoulders, Knees, And Riblettes

Master and me went to Denver Pride, and had a great time. Before we went though, we made sure to pick out the right footwear for the occasion, since I’m still trying to heal from an avulsion fracture in my foot. At that point, I had been at physical therapy for almost two months, and I was in a normal sneaker as opposed to the boot or post-op shoe. I was feeling a lot better, and I was moving a lot better.

Denver Pride had been the most walking around I had done since I broke my foot back in March. Master only wanted to go to Pride one day, because he was worried about my foot doing too much walking all at once. Well, there definitely was a lot of walking at Pride. And, there definitely was pain in my foot, though, truthfully no more than I generally have to deal with. I mean, I did break it, so it does hurt a lot of the time (though, vastly less than it did in the beginning). We walked around, we took breaks, and we made sure that I wasn’t on my foot too much, at least, if it started to hurt more than normal, we just sat down and people watched for a bit. All in all though, I didn’t feel like I required too many breaks, and when Master noticed I was getting really tired he decided it was time to go home.

We went home, I took my shoe off, and I honestly didn’t feel too terribly bad. Just a bit paw-sore, but that’s what happens when you spend six hours out at an event, regardless.

The next morning, my foot had swelled up to Macy’s Parade balloon size, and I was limping hardcore. I even needed to use one crutch, which I hadn’t in a while. I went to physical therapy as per usual, and the physical therapist told me to get back in the boot because he was concerned I may have re-broken my foot. Gawd. So, I went back in the boot and it still didn’t feel better after a week. The physical therapist told us that he didn’t want to continue PT until I got another X-ray. So we went and got one.

The doctor told me that the piece of bone that avulsed was barely hanging onto my foot. There’s this tiny little “stitch” of calcium that has the bone sort of “tacked” into place. Of course, this is not the right amount of healing for a four month old injury, says the doctor, and the physical therapist, and I agree too. The problem is that I can’t wear the boot anymore on a constant basis, or else I risk leg problems unrelated to the break itself. Ugh. The doctor said not to jog, run, hop, or stop short, because he’s worried that the bone is still very fragile and easy to re-injure. Ugh. For now, he wants me to be in my post-op shoe, and try to stay off my foot. Blah.

So that’s where my foot is at. I’m very frustrated with the slow healing of this stupid thing, but the doctor seems to think I may have an underlying medical condition that is causing this slow healing. I won’t say what it is until I see or talk to the specialist, and unfortunately the specialist is booked out until January. Yep, you heard that right. He’s the only guy in our area who even handles this condition, so he’s pretty busy. That also means that he’s really good though, so there’s nothing to do for now but continue playing the waiting game.

>.< Meanwhile, back at the ranch, a week ago I woke up and it hurt like Hell to breathe. Master and me figured I probably had a chest cold coming on or something, and he set me up on the couch to rest and see if it got better. The next morning, I woke up substantially worse, and it hurt while I was trying to do chores, or run around, or even just sit there. Not wanting to take chances, Master took me to the doctor, and it turns out I have Costochondritis. Yeah, crazy giant word, eh? It basically means it hurts to breathe because somehow my sternum is inflamed. >.> Great. The doctor said it’s not serious, but it will require lots and lots of rest and heavy duty anti-inflammatories before it’ll go away. Anywhere from two to six weeks, he says. Wonderful.

In the meantime, Master has taken me off most of my chores (with the exception of some of the lighter ones that likely won’t affect my ribs), and he also won’t let me cam. Though, when Master is at work I’ve been working on the Mewtique a lot, so I’m not being completely lazy. I’m trying to be patient with my body so that it will heal quicker, but I’m honestly just getting so frustrated and wish it would stop falling apart at the seams.

Also, because my body loves hates me, I managed to rupture an ovarian cyst last Sunday. Thank you, PCOS. Love you so much. >.< Not! It seems like no matter what I do, I’m stuck with one injury or illness or another. I’m just angry, and frustrated. I feel like head to toe something is wrong almost everywhere, and it’s just getting really tiring.