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Amy_P : The aftermath
Diary entry posted Tue 7:20am 23 October 2007

The day after the injury, I was awake early, trying to figure out what to say to my parents when I called them. I called about 7:30 in the morning, and told it like it was. Mom said she needed some time to figure out what they were going to do, and called me back later to say they would be heading up later that morning. They did, and they stayed with me for a week. Then my middle sister came for 5 days, then my oldest sister for 4 days, then my parents again for 4 days. Finally, after 2 weeks of company (very helpful company, but company nevertheless), I was on my own. One wonderful thing was that my middle sister volunteered to take Dino home with her for as long as I needed. I felt that I really couldn't care for him the way he needed, plus he's a couch hog and I needed the couch to myself! He's very happy with her and will come home when I'm able to bear some weight.

The surgery apparently went uneventfully (I was asleep!) and I recovered quickly from the anesthesia. My bosses came by the evening of the surgery, expecting to say hello to my parents and expecting me to be still in recovery or at least completely gorked. But my parents had already left, and I was wide awake. They expressed their support, and assured me that I was not to worry about the animal hospital - that was nice to hear right after surgery!

I was released the day after surgery, once I had training in using the walker. I spent 2 weeks in a slab plaster splint, then received a fiberglass cast. When the nurse tried to flex my foot into a 90 degree flexion, the pain was so intense that I nearly fainted. The decision was to flex the foot as far as I could stand, then change the cast in 2 weeks and go for the full 90 degrees. That hurt, but I gritted my teeth and got the new cast on. Removal day is 10/29, and my doctor has said I will go to bare leg and WBAT (with PT, of course).

I've gone back to my work as a vet a little, sitting in a chair and seeing only cats and small dogs. I tried to examine a 115 lb german shepherd a few days ago, and found myself tucking my casted foot further and further under me to keep from getting stepped on. So I'll be limited to the smaller critters for a while, it seems. It's good to go back, though... I love my job and the social aspect is keeping me sane. But it will be a while before I can do my job the way I used to.



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