Try saying that three times really fast. In fact, try saying it once.
The place I am presently chained to…Tallahassee Orthopedic Clinic…is larger than some hospitals, and has several departments. MRI, Surgery, Physical Therapy, and of course, O and P.
I am for sure getting better. I can tell by the number of devices I need in order to walk. I went from this:
The second photo is a pneumatic boot. Your next step after a cast. Its advantage is, you can (theoretically) take it on and off, which you can’t do with a cast. I’m joking about theoretically. It just isn’t easy. When you put it on, you have all these straps, miles of Velcro which sticks to itself. Which strap goes where? Once you get it on, there is a little port where you inject air to stiffen the rigid sidc supports. Or as one of my friends said, it’s a medieval instrument of torture. And the longer you wear it, the worse it gets. It’s heavy. I started to feel like Frankenstein’s assistant Igor, dragging his leg around.
Two days ago, I graduated to the third photo: an ankle brace. Specifically a Gameday ankle brace. I had to laugh when I looked them up. They claim it’s very easy to wear and adjust. Really? It has a sort of mesh on top, and a lace-up tie that you have to do first. Step One. Then there are two side straps that you have to weave under your foot in a figure 8 pattern and then secure to the top. And finally, a third strap which goes around the top to secure the laces and the other two straps. And I thought the boot was complicated?
The boot was serious Velcro, and when I say Velcro, I mean nuclear Velcro. Not only did it stick to everything, it attracted stuff like it was magnetized. I wore it day and night. It was black. I have a totally white cat, and a red and white dog. I had ditched one of the straps, and another was missing its little plastic thingy that you were supposed to feed the strap through I was embarassed when I saw the O and P guy. He said, it’s okay. It just means you were using it.
Kind of a nice thing to say. Especially since he was trying to get a break to eat his lunch when I walked in.
Nice is not a word I would normally use about TOC. It has a reputation for being like a factory, and the more I’m there, the more I understand that. I have mostly seen a Physican’s Assistant that I love, but he is supervised by a physician I think is an idiot. This physician refused to renew my prescription for pain medication. The PA said, Dr. Borom says he will not prescribe pain medication for more than a month after a fracture.
Seriously? There is a time limit? Every other thing I’ve had a problem with, they asked you to characterize your pain on a scale of 1 to 10 and treated you accordingly.
But the main thing is….I’m better. I can still remember now how awful and desperate and frightening it was in the beginning.