I just realized that I’ve managed to post five times today without saying much of anything about what’s going on. Probably because I was annoyed with what’s going on.
This morning began with driving sambear to work in order to enjoy his company a bit longer. I’m jealous of my Sam-time. It’s funny—in every other relationship, I’ve felt suffocated and wanted more time without the other person around. I just can’t get enough of Sam, though.
I did some errands (including a trip to Silver Lining), and my ankle/foot informed me that things were Not Okay—in fact, they were far more swollen than they had been. So I went to the post office, then went on to the doc-in-the-box.
Poking, prodding, and three x-rays later, I was informed that I have 1) a bad sprain; and 2) a chipped bone, with a bit of bone knocking about.
Nope, there’s not a damned thing to be done about it but keeping it wrapped and elevated, using heat, soaking it, and staying off of it. Oh, when I must walk around, I’m supposed to wear “good footwear that provides ankle support.” I don’t own any of that.
He said that crutches might be a good idea, as they’d remind me to stay off it. I’m not going to go buy crutches to be, well, a crutch.
If it still hurts in 4-6 weeks, I was told to go see an orthopedic specialist. Theoretically, my body should just reabsorb that bone chip and make use of the calcium in it.
The doctor said he wouldn’t have prescribed the meds I’m already on, and certainly wouldn’t give me anything stronger. I think he was surprised when I said that I wasn’t there to get drugs. (I didn’t say this part, but if I had been, I certainly wouldn’t have told them what I was taking! I’m not stupid!)
I don’t have time for this, dammit!
On the plus side, he didn’t say a thing about my weight. Yay doc!
