I was broken

Actually I am broken.* My ankle is. I’m stuck in Das Boot for at least four more weeks. It could be longer and surgery isn’t out of the question.

I am giving myself a little time to sulk about the fact that I’ll effectively be hobbled all summer. And then I will move on.

First though, can I be ticked about the doctor who first examined me and said that my ankle wasn’t so swollen? He, Dr. Janitor we’ll call him, gave me an air cast (that didn’t properly immobilize me) before sending me on my way. I am tempted to mail him a copy of my MRI report.

Hmph. Fortunately the care I have received at my real doctor’s office has been terrific if not exactly punctual.

Know what’s funny though? I couldn’t even tell you which bone is fractured. This is involved. Also this and this. There’s more but if you have read thus far, you obviously love me more than my mother.

Speaking of Mom, if there’s a bright spot in all of this, it is that my wobbly bits may get a partial pass when we see each other at the beach soon.

“Injured! Pitiful! Unable to exercise! Mother me, Mommy!”


If that doesn’t work, I’ll just hide and drink a lot. Thanks in advance for the well wishes.

*In case you clicked my link hoping to watch Kristen Stewart star in Marcus Foster’s video for “I Was Broken” here it is:

6 thoughts on “I was broken

  1. Alicia

    I’m very sorry, and can understand what this is like. I broke my kneecap in college, and it took the doctor 5 weeks of me complaining before they did an x-ray and found out there was a piece of kneecap floating around in there.

    A few years ago, I fell and hurt my arm. This time they the did X-ray right away, but sent me home saying it was fine. They called me the next day and said they were wrong, and had mis-read the X-ray. I had in fact broken both of the bones in my wrist.

    Yes, I am accident prone….

    Hope you start feeling better. Fix yourself a cocktail.

    1. onechicklette Post author

      You and I were meant to find each other. I’m so clumsy. This is my second broken bone in 18 months. (yes, they made me have a bone density scan – I’m fine. Just a klutz.)

  2. Victoria

    Broken bones are the worst. I fell off my bike when I was 15 (and when I say ‘fell off’, I mean that I tipped sideways while the bike was barely moving), and when I looked down at my right leg, my foot was pointing out in a 70 degree angle. Needless to say, I screamed.

    Turns out, my foot did not approve of me tipping sideways for no apparent reason, so it jumped out of its socket. And my leg didn’t like it either, so it snapped. Literally.

    Good thing was that at least the doctors could immediately see what was wrong, as opposed to what happened to you. It also meant I could be given a buttload of morphine, which was nice. Later that night, I had to have surgery, and I now walk around with metal pins in my leg, living in constant fear of setting off metal detectors at the airport.

    I was thankful when I finally got a Das Boot of my own, because I was allowed to take it off at night and stuff. Does yours have those little airpockets down the sides that you can inflate to the desired level, so as to make it fit properly? It really sucks that you have to wear it for another 4 weeks, especially over summer. I feel your pain.

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