Broken

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X-rays revealed I have a broken fibula on the left. They couldn’t squeeze me into the orthopedic practice today. I’ve been muddling along so far but I really thought, if a broken bone was identified, my doctor wouldn’t just send me home with no added support. Primary doctor says ortho doc will decide if I need a boot, an air cast or a real cast, Subsequently, I was planning to go to a medical supply store and get a boot, but the prosthetics and orthotics providers can’t sell them without a doctor’s note. Round and round.

I am at home after all with no treatment and not even a treatment plan yet. Elevating, compression, and rest. My husband leaves tomorrow to be with his mom who just lost her husband. I’ll have to recruit my son, who lives here, to be my helper and chauffeur for the next week. Hopefully it won’t take too long to see an orthopedist. I’m broken, in more ways than one. Breathing.

Published by Sara Z

Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics. I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose.

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