I went to my first follow up appointment with my orthopaedic surgeon on March 8th. I had weaned myself off the pain meds, and wish I knew what was to be expected at that appointment. I went in and the nurse cut the plaster cast off of me. She told me to walk down the hall to the x-ray room. This was a very odd feeling and somewhat achy without the cast on. The weight my foot was pulling my ankle and didn't tickle. After the x-rays, the doc said to pull the staples out. I really wish I had taken my drugs that morning. they offered me a few asprin, but I declined. They would be done pulling the staples before the tylenol would have kicked in. I felt every single staple removed, and counted all 63 of them. OUCH!!
The nurse was allowed to put a new cast on me. In an effort to make this whole experience better for my children, I had decided to let them pick my cast colors. While my older daughter was really gunning for pink (I don't do pink) they finally compromised on Purple. The nurse placed my foot on this metal device to put the cast on. I could not bend my foot to the angle they wanted. I even tried pushing through the pain, and it just wasn't going to happen. She called the doctor back in, and they decided to place me in a non-weight-bearing fiberglass cast for another two weeks. She placed the cast on, and it felt wonderful. So much more tighter than the fiberglass cast was. I left the office, and to celebrate, my friend took me out to lunch. Unfortunately, my stomach was still unhappy with the pain I'd put my body through and I became quite queasy. My friend drove me home at that point.
The next day, my sister left. I was now on my own during the day, and with the kids in the afternoon from the time they got off the bus till my husband came home. I found that I could carry a closed travel mug with my tea in it and still walk with my crutches. I decided to have my friend pick me up a simple stool that I could use in the kitchen. When making tea, or something simple for lunch, I would sit on it. I woud also place my plate on it after making lunch and scoot the stool across the floor to the table since I couldn't carry a plat eand walk to the table. The things we learn to do to adapt to our broken legs.
I managed to cope as best as I could for the first two weeks. I learned how to bathe with the help of my shower stool, three trash bags (buy the medium size ones for a short cast), and lots of medical tape (Durapore works the best).