After hobbling around for two weeks, I finally got a boot! I’ve been trying to get one since the x-rays showed a broken fibula four days ago. Orthopedics took new pictures today, which showed a spiral fracture of the fibula and a probable fracture of the tibia. The physician assistant who saw me today said he’ll be grabbing the surgeon first thing in the morning tomorrow and then he’ll call me with the plan. Suppose he wouldn’t feel the need to show the x-rays to the surgeon first thing in clinic if it’s not looking like surgical repair. For now, the PA directed me to do absolutely no weightbearing on that left leg.
A bit of good news, though not exclamation point worthy. They got x-rays of the right ankle to make sure it was okay, and it got a clean bill of health, approved for weightbearing. I’m now in possession of a cane, a boot, and crutches we bought to keep me off my foot when I use the bathroom or let the dog out.
When I fell, I thought I caught a glimpse of my ankle turned out past 90 degrees. Turns out I did see that. A serious tendon or ligament injury was the worst I imagined. I don’t want a broken leg and I really would rather avoid any surgery, but if you’d told me I’d hobble about for two weeks with a broken leg I would’ve insisted there was no way. Now, I’m scootin’ up and down stairs, crashing around on crutches, but doing absolutely NO boogie.