In my previous post I told you about an ankle injury I sustained when saving a child from a burning building.
Okay….not. I did something slightly less heroic to cause my ankle injury – I stepped off my front porch and rolled my ankle.
It is true that for several months I waited for it to heal, and it never did.
I finally saw an orthopedic surgeon – a family friend – Dr. David Badger. He has done surgery on my husband and my son. When I saw him on April 9th, 2018 I fully expected he’d want an x-ray. I was right.
Dr. Badger noticed there was fluid around my ankle. The x-ray didn’t show a break, however Dr. Badger thought my pain could be caused by a small broken bone on the back of the ankle, which is not always visible in an x-ray. He was certain the ligaments were problematic.
Dr. Badger suggested the next step was an MRI to more clearly show the full injury.
A week later the MRI was completed and I heard the diagnosis.
“Your foot is bad, really bad. I’m actually surprised.”
I was diagnosed with an Osteochondral Defect (OCD), and torn ligaments. Dr. Badger explained that when I stepped off that porch and landed strangely on my left ankle, I broke both cartilage and bone in the joint where leg bone meets foot bone. (Tibia and Talus).
Sounds like a jazz duet doesn’t it? Tibia and Talus.
Secondly, the ligaments were torn and would not heal back without SURGERY. Yes, he said the word: SURGERY.
Oh, man. I didn’t want surgery. I hate drugs and the way I feel under their influence. I worried about the down time – which I can’t afford to take, not to mention the worry of being a klutzy person on crutches. Not a happy thought.
Nevertheless, I was scheduled for surgery on May 8th. I was told I’d be in a splint for three weeks and would NOT be allowed to put any weight on my ankle during that time. After three weeks with the splint, I might wear a boot for another three weeks.