8 posts tagged “ankle”
This insomnia has to end. Seriously I usually do an every other night thing...one night I sleep like the dead the next night I'm up all night long and over and over. I'm even on meds, heavy sleeping meds and they don't work. The pain from the RSD is now going up my leg more and all over my toes (it used to be the top of my foot up to my ankle and ended at my toes). The bottom of my foot is now hurting like a burning pain. How am I supposed to walk if the bottom of my foot hurts?
I have an appt either today (monday, since it's 2 am!) or tomorrow with the psych doc to see if he thinks I'm ok for the spinal cord stimulator. But I've done research on the SCS and it's like a tens unit placed in your back. That worries me all over again because when I wear my tens on my foot/ankle I can barely stand it, it doesn't help it actualy hurts more. So if the SCS is like a TENS is it really going to help? Should I go through all this (1 wk trial with no shower, psych evals and $30K of WC) for possibly more pain? It works in 65-75% of people with RSD. (* pity party alert, warning) Knowing me I'll be in the 25-ish% that it won't work on.
And to top it off I have a growth on my back (the back of my shoulder). I noticed it, actually sis the nurse noticed it, last summer but it was small. Kenna saw it today and was grossed out. It's much bigger now (it's still only the size of a pencil eraser) than it was. It's not painful but kind of hard. So now I get to call a dermatologist tomorrow to see if I can get in sometime this century.
I promise in the next few days I'll try and update with a better topic. Either that or more digi pages since I do them when I can't sleep! LMAO!
OH yeah, I'm also applying for disability. It's a long shot but if anyone has any advice or knowledge on the subject could you message me? Thanks!
Short and sweet, I still hurt. I start PT tomorrow. I fell down the stairs yesterday (my ankle gave out). Sucks...hurts. That's it.
Well, I won't go into detail but you all remember the lovely surgery I had in September (has it really been THAT LONG?!). Then the fateful day just 120 hours after the surgery when I fell at work? Yeah, looks like I get to have the wonderful surgery on the sprained ankle that I had on the right ankle. Now it's just time to wait for the state of Texas to remove their heads from thier asses and OK the surgery so I can get it over with.
Here's to a cast and crutches for 6-8 weeks again! St. Pat's Day should be oodles of fun this year!
I haven't posted since the surgery update and I'm sorry for that. But I have a total excuse. Surgery went well and actually the pain isn't too bad at all. I now have a very pretty cast, all doodled up from my daughter.
But then the fun started. To make a long story short...I fell on my second day at my new job and now have a sprained left ankle...3rd degree too! So, needless to say, I'm in a wheelchair with one leg in a cast one in a splint. It's a possibility that I will have to have surgery on the newly injured leg after a bit, but we'll see...so, here's the pics, oh what fun!
This one is my left...look how pretty and swollen and black and blue! The bruising is now moving to the right side of the foot and even up my leg! This actually hurts more than the damn surgery one!
And here's my pretty cast! My lovely daughter is having a blast, it's her own personal coloring pad!
Well, Thursday at the ass crack of dawn I will be going in for surgery to fix this. Although I'm looking forward to finally getting this fixed, I'm also a little nervous. See, last time I had surgery was for a gall bladder removal and it was surprisingly easy because I had people to take care of me...this time, not so much. I have a wonderful friend taking me to the surgical center and sitting and waiting, then bringing me home. She will also sit with me until Sean gets home, but you see Friday I will be all alone. Then I start work on Monday. I just hope I'm feeling well enough to go through some stupid NEO training, but am thankful that it is just that and not licensing that I need.
Kenna is worried about me, I think. She keeps asking when my surgery is, will it hurt, when will I be home, etc...But these questions may be more for her to see when and for how long she'll be at Day Care.
I'm trying to get the house spotless clean because with a cast on for 6-8 weeks I know it won't get a good scrubbing until I can move around better. I also got my hair cut and got groceries today. Tomorrow is homework and pedicure day!
This is how I'm feeling about the surgery. A boot versus a toe shoe. Thank you Mom on a Wire for letting me steal this pic...it's gorgeous!
I feel bad for whining...I do enough of it really and I have so much to be thankful for, but I'm past the one piece of straw, I'm now going on a bale of frickin' hay!
Lemme get you up to speed. My ankle has been hurting to 2 1/2 years now. Stupidly enough, I did it while squatting down to go pee in the toilet. This god awful pop and searing pain made me forget that I had to pee and the swelling was immediate. I didn't have insurance for many years so I never did anything with it, the ankle that is. I lived with the pain and swelling; my husband lived with massaging my ankle almost nightly as I moaned through the pain. I finally got insurance and decided I would tell my family practitioner about the pain that wouldn't go away. He, of course, bitched at me because I took almost a year to tell him about the issue.
So, let's fast forward. I saw a specialist who is apparently on crack; we'll call him Dr. Crack. Sadly, this dude is the orthopedic doc for lots of schools in this area and a pro sports team. I thought for sure he'd know what to do with me. Instead, he sends me for an MRI (which of course shows nothing) and shoots me up with cortisone in the ankle. One week later, I was still semi-swollen and in severe pain. So, Dr. Crack decides to change my ankle brace into one that I can move around in. Then proceeds to tell me it's my back. This is the part that I'm positive he's saving the good drugs for himself. I had to have looked at him like he had four heads, one of which was spouting green goo from everywhere. Oh and I got another shot of cortisone (which, btw, has numbed three and 1/2 of my toes for 1 wk now, but made the ankle pain worse!) and a pat on the back.
I walked out of Dr. Cracks' office pissed off, crying and in more pain than I was in BEFORE I went to get fixed. I decided at that moment to see another doc for a 2nd opinion. I got in quickly to a new place. After driving all over my city I finally get to the new place, fill out the eight pounds of new patient paperwork and sat for about 30 minutes for my name to be called from the doorway. Lo and behold my name was called and I quickly gathered myself, child and purse and hobbled to the lady who called for me. She won't even look at me in the eye and proceeds to tell me the doctor won't see me today. We’ll call this doc, Dr. Dickhead. Something about my films not being there...blah blah blah. Let the cursing begin! I'm fairly certain after hearing what came out of my mouth; most of the patients in the waiting room will have to go to confessional or their cardiologists. I’m also fairly certain that I’m not allowed back into that office again.
That was the straw, right then. I’m pissed, I’m livid, I’m in pain and no one listens to what the problem is. Thankfully I called my family practitioner and he has hooked me up with another doctor. I’ll see him this week, the day my insurance expires. I’m ready to be listened to and taken seriously. Hopefully we can call this doctor, Dr. Savior! I sure need him to be, my ankle looks worse than ever and I'm pretty much crying each night...oh what fun!
