Damnit

Posted by Dawn Papuga on Jul 10th, 2008
2008
Jul 10

 

Bones of the Foot

 

I had the opportunity to visit an old friend today.  My Orthopedic Surgeon Dr. B and I go back as far as my 8th grade patellar dislocation from running suicides during basketball practice.  Over the years he treated my various dislocations and separations all the way through my college cheerleading and diving careers.  I was fortunate enough to never have any serious breaks, but that all changed today.

Turns out he called my sprain and raised me one broken Cuboid bone.  It took him all of 5 minutes to walk in, tell me it was broken, and declare that I will be in a boot for 5-6 weeks.  “You’re kidding, right?”  To which he responded by walking over to the table and taking my foot in hand.  “See this bruising?  Doesn’t hurt when I touch it, does it?  See this dark spot?  ~*presspresspress*~  That’s where you’re broken.”  Believe me, I yelped and jumped when he got to pressing.  He just laughed.  “Broken. I’ll show you the X-Rays when you get the boot put on.”  I’m pretty sure Orthopedics take some secret pleasure in poking and prodding like that.  Well, I’ve known him for a long time, and I’m pretty sure he takes pleasure in proving bull headed patients wrong.

How didn’t they see a clear break in the ER, you might wonder?  According to Dr. B, “That’s what we call Hem-Hawing in this business, Dawn.  That or the radiologist was an idiot.  I’d put money on both.”  Yeah, that made me feel better.  So I’m officially on the DL for YinzTeam Softball for the rest of the season, and I’m not at all happy about hobbling around in this boot for the next 5 weeks.  I’m actually incredibly fortunate to have had this happen.  Sounds odd, I know, but the chances of me dislocating my patella again and ripping my meniscus the rest of the way through was so much greater than me breaking a bone that the fact that I’m only in this boot for 5-6 weeks is a minor miracle.  Another patellar dislocation and the only answer would be surgery and a meniscal transplant.  Do you know where they get those?  Cadavers!  And you can never be sure where someone’s meniscus has been…