Last Saturday night, I proved how much of a clutz I can be. I was almost down a flight of stairs and I fell down the last three steps. Ended up bruising my foot pretty badly and it swelled up about the size of a cantaloupe. The following day, Sunday, Jody insisted I go to the doctor. He wasn’t buying my “I’m sure it’s just a sprain” spiel.
The doc took xrays, declared it was broken, gave me good drugs, put it in a splint, and referred me to New England Orthopedic Surgeons. They are specialists in this sort of thing so he referred me there for further care, not necessarily surgery.
I left NEOS with pretty new footwear.
It makes me mobile so that’s good. I can move around with one crutch instead of having to work really hard just to go from Point A to Point B. I also have a Cat Scan on Monday to rule out a Lysfranc fracture. The Lysfranc fracture isn’t likely at all and it would be the only case which would require surgery.
Of course, since last Saturday, I’ve been unable to do any real exercises and for a couple of days I wasn’t even able to hobble around enough to cook so we ate out a lot more than we should have. I don’t even want to get back on the scale to see what damage I’ve done.
Today, though, I purchased a hula hoop. It’s not one of the fancy weighted ones because the store was out of them but it’s a “normal” hula hoop. It was only about $7 so I will be able to figure out if it’s something I can do (my lack of coordination is astounding as may be evident by the above picture of my footwear). If I am able to do it, I will consider purchasing a weighted hula hoop for fitness. We had cause for celebration when I was able to twirl it 3 times before it crashed to the ground.