Today is the three month anniversary of my Jones Fracture. I saw "Dr Speedy" for new x-rays today. My 5th metatarsal is still healing up nicely. I'm out of the cast and looking forward to taking a shower. The skin on my left foot is as smooth as a baby's. I suspect I'm in for some blisters and pain after I'm cleared to go hiking. I'm allowed to garden and use the elliptical machines (or the bikes) at the gym. I'm NOT allowed to run or walk for exercise, jump, wear high heels or stand on my toes. No Italian or French dance for a while, I guess. That's ok, Becca suggested we try to create a mashup of some Playford's English Country dances for the Dance Ball, so maybe I'll work on that.
Hopefully I'll be cleared for all activities after my last appointment, six weeks from now.
Today was Cast Off day. At 3pm I was sitting in a chair with a nice man using a rotary saw on my leg. It's a weird feeling, but getting a cast off was so nice, you really don't care. Foot loose and fancy free, I got to wait for a few minutes before going into x-ray.
( Cut for eew!-inducing story of dead skin )Finally, the x-ray guy came and took me in. They took three shots. I went back to the waiting room. Read my book for a while. Finally the med-tech came and put me in a exam room. I lifted my foot into the sink and had a wash. Ahhhhhhh. The Dr came in and looked at my new x-rays and told me i was doing well. I got a new boot, it's black with lots of velcro. I'm allowed to take to off once a day to wash.
I'm not supposed to walk for exercise, and I'm not allowed to carry anything while walking. Not supposed to drive the stick-shift. So life still sucks, but progress to non-suck is happening.
eta: Sorry, the most important part: I don't have to have surgery. GM and I will be resuming normal life as soon as we can lift and carry all of our stuff.
Thank you gormflaith, for shopping and helping out around the house. Thank you j_i_m_r, for bringing me groceries. Thank you joycebre, for lunches out and help around the house. Thanks also to GM, who has valiantly stepped up to do laundry and extra cooking.
I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait to get back to the gym. And I really want to be able to drive my little stick-shift truck again; it looks so lonely covered in dust.
eta: my appt is at 3:30. I'll update when I get home.
I went to the specialist on Wednesday, with the apparently unreasonable expectation they'd put me in a walking cast and I'd be good to go. Instead, I got a fiberglass cast, instructions to put no weight on my left foot for six weeks. At the end of six weeks (August 13th, which is 41 full days from now, not counting today or the 13th itself, in case you were wondering) I get to go back at which time the specialist will take off the cast, x-ray me again and decide if I get a walking cast or surgery. Using the crutches was surprisingly painful for my wrists and hands, so I bought a knee-rollie thing from a guy on craigslist (because my insurance company thinks the cheap crutches from the emergency room is luxury enough) which also has the side benefit of leaving me with a free hand. It fits fine in the car, but I'm not sure how I'm going to get it up and down the front steps. Fortunately, HP has a prety good work-from home policy, and my manager is not a jerk, so I'll be home for a while.
GM and I went dancing last night. We don’t go as often as we’d like, because we are old and tired, and because SCA events get in the way. But last night was the last night of Stanford dance week, and our houseguest and hyster1a asked us to go, so we went. Several lovely performances later (I’m so sorry I didn’t get to go to dance week, the renaissance dance students did a charming little dance from Dominico, Bell Fiore (I think) and a very talented young man did a demo of early ballet that was quite beautiful in a totally masculine way) GM and I danced the last waltz together. We were about to go into a redowa when I did something wrong and came down right on GM’s foot. He’s all right, but after a night of ice, elevation, and painkillers, I went to the Stanford emergency room. I broke the 5th metatarsal on the little-toe side of my left foot, also called a Jones fracture. The hospital staff gave me Percocet, a fiberglass cast and crutches. I get to check in with an orthopedic surgeon in a few days. I’m totally bummed. We’ll have to wait and see how the pain goes, but I may not be able to go to the West/AnTir war.
( cut for whining... )
On the other hand, a unexpectedly free afternoon was kind of nice. After we got home, and went back to rescue our gear from the 4-runner, we had lunch and went out to see (finally!) Alice in Wonderland. Then we came home and made dinner, enough to put some leftovers in the fridge for next week. Then we spent some time working on our class for A&S.
But being young, he's a techie and distrusting of old technologies. Apparently, some of my 20 year old dental work is no longer up to snuff. And I should get a one of those swanky new electric toothbrushes, and fancy new mouthwash. Sigh. I knew this day was coming, but I had been hoping to put it off a year or two. Actually, I do get to put some of it off until next year, as everything he wants to do is going to overrun my dental insurance's maximum output. The patient manager is going to call me this afternoon with a two-year plan. Maybe I'll just stay in denial and let the call go to voice mail. This is the sucky part of adulthood.
But on the upside, one of my team leads said something slightly amusing. He referred to data in an old database to be archived as being "put out to XML" in the same way as most people would say "put out to pasture". I wonder how long it will be before English speakers have so little idea of agriculture that a pasture will be a mysterious noun.
Today I also learned that a staple remover can be used to get a old-style crown cap off a bottle. Can I put my new skill on my resume? I'm a real problem solver! "Sangria Senorial" is pretty good.
( Cut for any tivo-owning basketball fans who haven’t watched the Friday game yet. )
In commiseration, GM suggested we have some of the canneles we got from Trader Joe’s for dessert. Not to be deterred in my whining, I protested they aren’t very good, and needed chocolate sauce, and we don’t have any chocolate sauce. AhHA! Says GM, we have my mother’s chocolate sauce recipe! (GM’s dear mama gave me some of her mother’s recipe books while we were visiting last weekend, and in amongst all the booty was a photocopy of her chocolate sauce recipe.) So we put all these things in a pot and boiled for four minutes: 1 cup sugar, 1 Tbl flour, 4 Tbl cocoa powder, 1 Tbl butter, ½ cup whole milk, 1 tesp vanilla and a dash of salt. Mmmmm. I had thought GM was merely being sentimental, but it’s really good. We ate some, and saved a jarful for later.