Curious Incidents of a Flailing Mermaid

I Hate to Say I Told You So

I was going to just going to write a normal blog post about what’s been going on recently, forgetting the soundtrack to my life challenge. BUT I’ve just thought of a great track to go with how I feel today. Boom! So, without further ado…

Soundtrack to My Life - Track thirteen

Right, as you may or may not know, I broke my foot in August. I’ve been regretting going out that day ever since. The hospital didn’t know what to do with me, so they just wacked a cast on me in anyway they could. Even though I was probably high on pain meds, I remember trying to fight them every step of the way. I was not happy with the way they’d done things. In fact, I’ve just found this in my WDC blog:

At this point, I feel I ought to explain my feet. I can obviously walk, so when I put my feet on the floor I can get them flat and fairly straight. However, at rest or when I lift them up they naturally turn inwards – because that’s what my muscles want to do, clearly…
However, they had to cast it just in its natural position. Sounds sensible but [the position] scares me…
Why?
Because it is an awful position – basically. I had tendon surgery on my ankle nine years ago (same foot), which was casted in the same position and it took months to get it back in use. Mind you, I did have to train my tendons again so I guess that made it harder. But still, its worrying. Especially as 7 weeks in cast will make you weaker anyway.

I wrote that a little under six months ago. Guess what? I was right.

When I had the cast off, I was sent to a crappy physio who did nothing then discharged me in December. At Christmas, my foot swelled up then started being really painful. So, I went to my GP who gave me crappy pain killers and sent me to another crappy physio.

Last week (3rd visit) I saw my physio and pointed to exactly where my foot hurt. She said, “oh, that’s just where you broke it” … *sigh* noooo it is NOT! Seriously, I know I look thick, but a bit of credit, please?

The day after I went to see my wonderful friend Derek. Not only is he a great friend but he is the only Doctor in this world I actually trust. I’d popped in after work so I’d driven two hours and he was shocked that I could barely walk into his house because of the pain. He was also angry that this was even a problem… but lets move on from that, for now, shall we?
Derek said there was definitely a problem - very likely a tendon problem.

Armed with this, I went to see my GP this morning. I opened the discussion by saying, “no one has listened to me so far and I’m reaching boiling point, not helped by extreme pain” … ahh you’re all ears now, are ya?

I explained that the pain was getting worse and that his diagnosis of a tight achilles tendon was wrong. I showed him my foot and he agreed. He now thinks there might be damage to the peroneal tendon*

I told him what I wanted: an X-ray to rule out bone issues, a MRI scan and a referral to see the guy who did my original surgery. Oh, and strong painkillers. I had the x-ray today so will go back for the results in a few days, at which point he WILL book the other two things for me.

Before I left, out of interest, I asked if he could look at my records and tell me which tendon I had surgery on 9 years ago: “peroneal tendon”…*

I Hate to Say I Told You So