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Longwinded doctor musings
September 17th, 2013 12:13 pmOne of the reasons I'm finding the doctor's visit scheduling irksome is that I'm still not sure I should be going at all. I probably should have gone two months ago, so I could be fine now, but it's so late now that the whole thing might be pointless -- and then it's hassle and money down the drain.
This is all from that caving injury to my foot in early June. I didn't go to the doc at the time because there was no visible swelling, no visible bruising, I could move everything that I should be able to move, and the initial recovery rate was fast (couldn't walk that night, could hobble with stick the next morning, could hobble without stick the next day, and on upwards). On Friday the doc said that was a totally reasonable decision,* and, indeed, when I'd called and chatted with the nurse about it the week after the injury she said not to bother coming in.
Buuuut, that was early June. It's now mid September, and driving Kiyoko to the airport and back (2 hr round trip) still causes me a distracting amount of pain by the end. I've had to opt out of a hike my parents made last weekend, that under normal circumstances would be difficult-but-manageable for me. I've had to severely curtail my summer biking, sticking to pretty much commute-and-errands only -- the longest ride I've done since the injury was 18 miles, and that was at Kiyoko's super easy pace, not my normal one.
Still, though, it mostly hurts when I use it intensely -- which has, naturally, included every step of the remodel, because 'walking on cement all day' = intense.
Oh, and my gait all summer when not wearing shoes has been weird, because I normally walk up on the ball of my right foot a bit to make up partially for the limb length discrepancy, and the ball of my right foot is where I did... whatever it was I did. By now, there are days when I *can* walk normally-for-me, though... so maybe I'm better just being patient.
My doctor said that if I was ANY of his other patients he'd tell me to rest and let time do it's work, but he figures that I'"m active enough that it's a real hassle. He's right, and I really appreciate the personal attention, but... ugh. Not sure anything'll speed up the process, now.
*I have a big ol' scar from a time I decided not to go to the ER when I really should have, so I was pleased to hear he didn't think I'd made the same mistake this time. :P In my defense, the first time I was also in shock and mildly concussed. I'm very capable when in shock, but not necessarily very wise.
This is all from that caving injury to my foot in early June. I didn't go to the doc at the time because there was no visible swelling, no visible bruising, I could move everything that I should be able to move, and the initial recovery rate was fast (couldn't walk that night, could hobble with stick the next morning, could hobble without stick the next day, and on upwards). On Friday the doc said that was a totally reasonable decision,* and, indeed, when I'd called and chatted with the nurse about it the week after the injury she said not to bother coming in.
Buuuut, that was early June. It's now mid September, and driving Kiyoko to the airport and back (2 hr round trip) still causes me a distracting amount of pain by the end. I've had to opt out of a hike my parents made last weekend, that under normal circumstances would be difficult-but-manageable for me. I've had to severely curtail my summer biking, sticking to pretty much commute-and-errands only -- the longest ride I've done since the injury was 18 miles, and that was at Kiyoko's super easy pace, not my normal one.
Still, though, it mostly hurts when I use it intensely -- which has, naturally, included every step of the remodel, because 'walking on cement all day' = intense.
Oh, and my gait all summer when not wearing shoes has been weird, because I normally walk up on the ball of my right foot a bit to make up partially for the limb length discrepancy, and the ball of my right foot is where I did... whatever it was I did. By now, there are days when I *can* walk normally-for-me, though... so maybe I'm better just being patient.
My doctor said that if I was ANY of his other patients he'd tell me to rest and let time do it's work, but he figures that I'"m active enough that it's a real hassle. He's right, and I really appreciate the personal attention, but... ugh. Not sure anything'll speed up the process, now.
*I have a big ol' scar from a time I decided not to go to the ER when I really should have, so I was pleased to hear he didn't think I'd made the same mistake this time. :P In my defense, the first time I was also in shock and mildly concussed. I'm very capable when in shock, but not necessarily very wise.
