The first person who comes to me is a young woman who tells me she has broken her ankle twice.
She is walking. I told her I took that as a good sign.
I am literally whisked in and attended to. The quickest I have ever experienced in emergency.
A good thing too as my blood pressure has taken a nose dive. Fluids and pain meds started.
A nice emergency room doctor, Doctor N. says my ankle is dislocated and suddenly fixes that.
I actually saw it coming. Xrays confirm ankle broken in both bones. I am deliriously happy that I do not have to move off of my bed to get xray. Dr N splints my leg. Husband and I are both interested in this technology. Splint becomes rigid when soaked with water. I reward Dr N by throwing up during this procedure due to pain medication. A hospital is, thankfully geared up for all such changes in fortune.
Husband leaves from time to time to make sure dog is ok. He believes that our 9 year old springer is traumatized by my accident. Also, must make sure she is not too hot in the car but does not take her home as he believes she is traumatized by MY accident. It gives him something to do.
I am admitted and scheduled for surgery with Dr W that evening. I rest in my room. Nurses and staff are great. Dr W's young assistant, B, comes to talk to me about surgery. He is very nice and tells me that most of the time these come out good as new. I have time to reflect on my situation.
I broke my ankle in three places on the ice on January 4th. You can follow the story on my blog at Northwestladybug.blogspot.com. If you want to follow ONLY the broken ankle story, click that tag on the left.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for a speedy recuperation. Or at least a positive one... "speedy," it seems, shouldn't be part of OUR lexicon! :-(
Also: great blog at brokenankleblog. Not sure which service, but Google it and you'll find it! Hugely helpful!
Carol