So…I broke the fifth metatarsal bone in my right foot. I was in San Francisco Monday, the last of our five days visiting Lisa, TK and Tommy. I was walking out in front of Lisa’s house carrying a large couch cushion (planning to scotch-gard it, her couch is new) and I wasn’t able to see my feet while walking. At a point where the slant of the driveway toward the garage meets the slant of the sidewalk down the hill, there is a mounded patch of cement. I stepped on it, rolled my foot sideways and fell.
I saw a GP on Tuesday who gave me a Velcro shoe and recommended I see a specialist. He also gave me Vicodin – I’ve been taking half a pill at night to help with the pain and to help me sleep. Sleep has been particularly difficult as I cannot lie on my right side at all and it’s tricky to negotiate a comfortable sleeping position that also supports my foot but doesn’t make the rest of my leg tense up weirdly.
Ben picked up some crutches for me on Tuesday night – I was using one crutch on my right side for a day, but have switched over to two to be safe. That’s also been difficult because the combination of being heavy and having weak arms means it’s not possible for me to have absolutely no weight on my right foot for very long.
I saw an orthopedic surgeon yesterday who gave me a boot to use instead. It’s better support than the shoe, although kind of a pain in the ass to get on and off. She predicts that I’ll need to use the crutches and the boot for four weeks, then just the boot for another four, which means hopefully I’ll be back up and moving by my birthday.
So, that’s the latest!
