Well, I just got home from the doctor.
And my poor cankle has three torn ligaments- a Stage 3 sprain-
“A grade 3 injury is complete ligament rupture with marked swelling, hemorrhage, and tenderness. There is loss of function and marked abnormal joint motion and instability. Most commonly, this represents a complete disruption of both the anterior talofibular ligament and the calcaneofibular ligament laterally.”
Yeah, I don’t know what all that means either. I just know it’s all tore up in there.
My doctor is AWESOME- she and I are totally going to be bfries when this is all over. We live in the same neighborhood. She also frequents the Frothy Monkey, when she’s not saving lives of course, one cankle at a time.
And during the xrays, I laughed outloud 5-6 times thinking, “that’s what she said” [an homage to The Office, in case you don’t know why that’s funny]. Including, but not limited to, many directions from the xray tech involving my pants.
I feel SO MUCH BETTER having a diagnosis and a plan. I go to physical therapy next week and follow up with Dr. Awesome next Friday (before I head to Bham to see REBA!). And, just like my cousin Katie said in the comments, I have to draw the ABCs with my foot three times a day.
Good thing I’m a writer. I guess you could say I’m kinda a professional when it comes to letters.
Hopefully I will have something else to blog about now. Or maybe not. If the swelling or bruising increase, you’ll be the first to know. Because as I told Sophie yesterday, I take my job as a photo-journalist rather seriously.