my never ending story

so when i found out that i had to have surgery doc said that i would be in a splint for 2 weeks after surgery so they could check the incision and then a walking cast after that. last thursday i went in with the hopes of getting my walking cast since it was the 2 week mark. unfortunately i was still too swollen and bruised so he sent me home for 4 more days to see if it improved. today was the 4th day. i went in hopeful that i would be getting my walking cast, but tried to keep my mind open in case it didn't happen again. i was excited to find out that i indeed would be getting my walking cast. i thought of all the things i could do that i hadn't been able to do for the past 3.5 weeks. just to name a few...

• drive
• pick up porter
• walk
• pick up the toys off the floor without crawling around the house
• sweep
• get a bowl of cereal w/o taking 5 trips
  
• vacuum
• walk
• go to the grocery store
• catch porter when he takes off
• unload the dishwasher w/o hopping on 1 foot around my kitchen
  
• walk...

needless to say, i was really (i mean REALLLLY) looking forward to all the things i need to do, and catching up on the housework, etc. they did the xrays and put on my walking cast. then doc proceeds to tell me that i need to keep my weight on the heel of my foot. he leaves me with the nurse, and i get up to try it out. i am just not getting how to walk with one foot on the heel; i am hopping around the room. the nurse is asking questions, and finally calls the doc back in. "doc, i'm just having a hard time trying to figure out how to walk on the heel of my foot," i tell him. he laughs and says, "oh, you're not supposed to WALK... you can just rest your foot on the heel when you are standing still." my heart sinks! "oh, well when can i WALK with my WALKing cast?" i ask. "we'll see you back here in 2 weeks and see if you can start putting more pressure on it then," he concludes.

sigh!!! so once again, i hop on my crutches out the door down the huge stairwell in front of the medical plaza to my awaiting ride. {hey doc, in the future you might not want to refer to this humongous contraption as a WALKING cast if your patient can't WALK on it. you are just setting them up for a HUGE disappointment. love, stacy}