About three weeks ago I had to bail from a slipping ladder. I was approximately eight feet above the ground. My right foot and hip absorbed most of the landing and the foot has been bothering me but I didn't go to the doc because I had too much to do. After three weeks of minor pain and a foot that didn't seem to be getting better I decided to go get checked out. First the Urgent Care waiting room, then had to hobble over to the hospital for xray, then back to Urgent Care and more waiting. Four hours in all. My assumption was right. They showed me the fracture. It's my driving foot so they are not going to cast it and see how it heals. I'll take it easy for a few weeks. It hurts a bit more after they tried to make me bend it against resistance, and probed around to see where it was most sensitive. But nothing I can't stand.
Mom said we are going to have to pray we don't get sick. There were what seemed to be some pretty contagious people in the waiting room, and we sat there for hours.
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oh dad! you are not making me feel better about this move to alaska! :)
ouch! That stinks--hopefully just the pain not the actual foot--we will be praying for quick healing!
oh no--just read this! will pray for healing.
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