“So what were you doing this time – Running Mount Washington? Training for a 100 miler?”
“Ummm…I was walking to the bathroom”
That’s how the conversation I had with my orthopedic began yesterday. After getting the, “you’re all healed!” blessing just 3 short months ago, I was back in his office with an injury to that same foot.
And that’s how we got to The Boot: Part III.
I’m not a fan of sequels.
Let’s back up a bit. Since I started to feel a niggle in my left foot after Beach to Beacon, I had been in contact with the PT that I had worked with on my fibula stress fracture in the spring. I was freaking out that it was a stress fracture but he talked me down and reassured me that it sounded more like a tendon and gave me some nerve guide exercises to try.
Things were improving until two weeks ago when I rolled my ankle while walking to the bathroom while we were camping. Since I’m special, I didn’t do an inversion roll. I did an eversion. What’s an eversion? Rolling your ankle inward rather than on the outside of your pinky toe. It’s very uncommon and usually involves some bones breaking in the process. Or so I’ve learned in the past week.
After the roll, my ankle swelled up but not too bruised. It didn’t prevent me from hiking for two days after it. About a week after I rolled it, I felt it was ok enough to try a run. I could jump on it with no problems. The run was ok, not great, but ok in that I didn’t have any pain during it. Later in the day, my ankle began to swell up and ache.
I got in touch with my PT again and he suggested I come in for an eval. He wasn’t available but another PT was.
After checking my ankle out, the PT told me I needed to get an x-ray to be sure I didn’t have a fracture since the only place I was having pain was directly on the bone.
That was Thursday evening and I weighed my options. If I went through my PCP, I’d have to pay a large amount for the x-ray to be done at the hospital. If I went to a walk in clinic, they would refer me to a specialist. I decided to go with my orthopedic since he could do an x-ray right away and I’d probably end up back with him anyway.
I lucked out getting an appointment with him for the following Tuesday. That left the whole holiday weekend to think about what was wrong with my foot and if I was going to end up with a cast, a boot or nothing at all. I could have laid low all weekend long, but I couldn’t do it. So I walked and hiked and played on the beach.
I was a bundle of nerves all morning before my appointment. Deep down I knew I wasn’t walking out of the office without something on my foot.
The good news is that I don’t have a fracture.
The bad news is that I have a low grade deltoid ligament sprain and I’m in the boot for 3 weeks (at least).
The deltoid ligament is a pain in the ass (my ortho’s exact words) to heal. It is such a strong ligament, that typically the forces required to sprain it are much higher, sometimes it means more trauma to the foot occurred. From what I’ve read, most physicians don’t hand out the boot for a Grade I sprain. But because my ortho knows me so well, he knew I’d need the boot to slow me down from doing too much, too soon. Like I said, I’m very special.
SO that’s where I’m at. In a boot for three weeks and back at PT. I had some big running and travel plans all set up for the next two months no it’s all a big question mark.
I’m having a severe case of deja vu.
Linking up with Coaches Corner.
Anyone have any great post ankle sprain stories to share?