Stubborn? Who, Me?
June 12, 2008

As many of you know, I have my own set of priorities. I mean, that's kind of a stupid statement, because we all have our own priorities - but mine are often something of a mystery to other people.

Literally the first thing I thought of when I fell and "sprained" my ankle last week was, "I better be able to go on this trip with a sprained ankle. It better be healed by then." And when I found out it was broken, I hoped I wouldn't need surgery - not because it's expensive to have surgery and I have no health insurance and no job (although those things also crossed my mind), but because I didn't want to miss this trip.

So, Monday I had a CT scan done of my leg/ankle and today I went back to see the orthopaedic specialist to see if surgery was definitely in the cards as well as when that might be.

Frankly, I assumed we'd have to do surgery. If I just think of the way I broke my bones in terms of wood, I can't imagine any way to put that particular kind of diagonal and spiral brokedness back together short of something like plates and pins. Well, assuming that wood would, you know, grow back together. But you get my point. Mechanically speaking, I don't see how you could fix something like that strongly enough without a reinforcement of some sort.

So, Doc pours over the CT images - and for once in my life, I was not intensely curious. When I broke my arm as a kid, my little toe in college, all the little surgeries for my Hodgkin's and then the bone marrow transplant, I wanted to watch, to see, to know every gory detail.

Apparently, I have found my limit.

I really don't wanna know much of anything about this leg except how to take care of it and make it better. I don't want to see how the bone spiraled in its break. I got one look of a diagonal-looking shear, and that's all I wanna know.

So, Doc pours over the images, I stare at the ceiling and he walks up to me and says, "I wanted to find a way to do this without surgery for you, but ... I just don't see a way." He then proceeded to "talk me into" getting surgery. Pfft, I'd already decided that was the best course of action. No persuasion necessary.

"We wanna fix this right," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, I really do. I assumed we'd do surgery. I don't want to mess around with this; I'm too active to take a chance."

And then he sat down on his little stool and hammered out details, like he will be using Smith & Nephew. I don't know what he's going to be using from Smith & Nephew other than parts, but that's okay. I don't really need to know.

He walked up to explain there'd be two incisions ... and then I told him that I had a really important question to ask him. I told him I was pretty sure he'd say no (so he said no right then - I love this guy - damn smartass lol ), but that this was really important to me and I would feel better if I could just ask/explain the whole thing.

"We've been planning a mission trip to the Navajo reservation in New Mexico for over a year now and I was wondering if there's any way I can still go - if there's room in the van for me to keep my leg elevated the whole time. We leave next Thursday and that day will be a short ride, but Friday and Saturday will be all day drives."

This tumbled out in a rush. I was somewhat surprised to hear my voice thicken, as I don't cry, but then, this trip means the world to me.

I expected him to tell me that I was crazy. That my priorities were all screwed up. Three days in a car just a couple of days after surgery? Freaking lunatic!

He just blinked and said, "I don't see any reason why not, as long as you keep it elevated."

I about fell over.

"Let's see, we'll do surgery Monday or Tuesday, you'll probably be in overnight. Maybe not, but probably. Yeah, I don't see why you can't leave on Thursday."


Now the only "if" left is to make sure that the swelling in my ankle goes down enough that they can do the surgery. If it's too swollen Monday morning, they won't be able to close the skin back up after they operate. So I'm continuing the 45 degree angle constant elevation and adding additional sessions with ice.

I can't wait!

Of course, almost everyone else going on the trip is just floored. You just broke your leg so badly you need surgery and all you can think about is going on this trip???

You betcha, dude. You betcha.

Posted by Red Monkey at June 12, 2008 6:43 PM | People Say I Have ADHD, But I Think - Hey Look, A Chicken | | StumbleUpon Toolbar Stumble |


Red said:

Wahoo! I am so glad to read this. I know how much you have been looking forward to this trip. This is great news!
I wish you all the best with the surgery Monday and a safe and productive trip. Oh and sign your cast for me!...LOL

June 13, 2008 6:25 PM

Okay, I'll let you go, too, but I'd like you to first load up on vitamins, Airborne, etc. to get your immune system ready for battle. Rest, get enough sleep, keep hydrated, etc. Bring some of those portable ice pack thingies so that you can pop one open when desperate (rather than feeling guilty about making everyone pull over for more ice). Have fun, but take care of yourself. Promise?!

June 14, 2008 12:11 AM


Nola said:

Seems like this may still be in the cards!!! /crossing fingers!

June 16, 2008 11:06 PM
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