I have not been able to get in the pool this week due to my doctor’s visit on Tuesday. In an attempt to clean up my leg, the doc ripped open my scab and put a 4×3 inch bandage over the soft skin. Later in the evening my home was flooded with an abundance of cursing and whimpering as I pulled off a pound of flesh and way too much leg hair.
As I am not able to swim until it closes up again you may notice an increase in the amount of blog entries. The less active I am physically, the more writing ideas I hope to work on. I expect to be back in the pool Monday to make up for this week off. I can only imagine what the water aerobics ladies have been talking about without me around this week.
In the meantime, please enjoy the following entry.
Since most of us are visual learners I have collected some photographs that tell the story of my left leg. Every time I run into someone I have not seen in a while the one topic they want to know about is the one topic I do not want to discuss…my leg. I decided that sharing pictures of the progress I have made in the last nine months may be more effective than talking about it.
Some of the following photographs are very graphic, so please be advised: this blog may not be suitable for everyone.
These are my everyday, standard, two good legs. This photo was taken before the accident.
After being hit by a truck while riding my motorcycle, I sustained a compound Tibial fracture (bone goes through the skin and appears outside) as well as a second fracture closer towards my ankle. Please note the chunk of tibia bone on the ground, that needed to be replaced. My fibula was also fractured in two places (not shown).
When I woke up in the hospital bed I had six-inch steel pins drilled into my shin to keep it aligned.
Currently I have a molded plastic brace that runs from just below my knee to just above my ankle. It is an adjustable brace that can be removed to let my skin breathe, but the brace is the only thing keeping my leg together, so it has to remain very tight. Circulation of blood to my foot is very restricted, which causes my foot to swell up and turn all different colors the longer I do not have it elevated above my heart.
I am still on crutches, but I have been putting weight on the braced leg in the hope that the weight and pressure will help the bones close that gap and heal completely (per the doctor’s orders).
This blog was done to lighten the mood I have been in since Tuesday. I experience such deep valleys of depression when I leave the doctor’s office, that I tend to remove myself from the real world. I know it is not healthy, but I have to deal with the disappointment on my own terms. The day I get clearance to begin physical therapy will make all of these low points a distant memory.
I always go to the doctor’s appointment with high hopes that I will be able to see a dramatic improvement of my condition, but that has not been the case for the last six visits or so. The leg is healing…slowly…with no end in sight. It makes me look back at my earlier post when I was only two months into this lifestyle. If only I had known then…I would have paced myself better.
I feel good today, thanks to a few friends who listen well and allow me to be my old self around them. Even if by “around them” I mean via the internet and phone.
I hope the photos were not too disturbing to some of you. I understand it is not easy to see broken bones or blood.