Mitch had his follow-up appointment with the foot & ankle specialist today. He momentarily thought the doctor should call and give me the news directly. He said that the bone is still fractured. It is actually fractured in 2 directions, looking sort of like a piece of pizza. He must wear the boot for 2 more weeks, no load bearing, but during the 3rd week he can take it off at night. So follow up in 3 weeks again. He said that another doctor may disagree and say that Mitch can walk on it, but that carries the risk of breaking it clean through--then Mitch would be looking at surgery involving a plate and screws.
I guess I am not really shocked to hear this news. I knew that he was in a good deal of pain still--he takes his boot off to shower and yesterday he put a little weight on it to test it. So even if the news had been better I guess I really knew there was no way he would come home and suddenly be able to walk on it like before. Also there is the very-little-range-of-motion to face down the road. But I do have to say I am a little confused to exactly *why* a simple fracture has not healed in 3 weeks. Yes, he was very hard on it for the first month, but for the past 3 weeks he has been very careful to follow orders. :P I am also confused how his leg was even fractured just from rolling his ankle in a game of basketball.
Should I mention here that *I'm* supposed to be the one who has bone issues? Me, the one who never drinks milk and can't remember to take calcium supplements to save my life, the one who carried and birthed and nursed SEVEN babies?
What we have to do now is reassign roles and possibly get our priorities on the same page. Sigh...I hate change. That which doesn't kill us will make us stronger, right? I know it could be worse. :)