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by Senor Barborito 01/04/2005, 1:07pm PST |
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Man, the first thing they did to me when I popped in for my ankle was X-ray it. I got the big full-body Possibly Preggers Woman lead vest and sat on a big freeform table while the jolly technician told me to hold my aching, throbbing, viciously sore foot in a variety of improbable positions. My boss desperately wanted me to be faking something on a mild strain etc. but you can't lie to radiation: I was BRUTALLY WOUNDED that's for shit sure.
It took me longer than I'd anticipated to recover, and respraining it like three weeks in didn't help either. I had an aircast, which I was supposed to wear whenever I was conscious for the first two weeks, and then a support brace and instructions to stay on light duty at work for another two after that. The physical therapist gave me exercises that I didn't do, but I was sufficiently plucky to fool him into thinking I was all better in short order. A week or so later, still in humiliating pain when sitting zazen, I finally did some of the stupid exercises. They helped. I was advised to wear the support brace for up to three months after the accident, if I felt I needed it. I certainly did not feel I needed it, and wound up having my foot suddenly give way in excruciating pain after simple missteps on many occasions. They never put me on a painkiller stronger than ibuprofen (the nurse whispering that my prescription ibuprofen was much better than the kind you buy in stores. Taking 3 200 mg. Osco Ibuprofen or whatever is not the same as taking 1 600 mg. Insurance Paid For This popper. I guess. Not being Rush Limbaugh I can't tell one level of pain relief from the other.)
All better now though!
So yes, get an X-ray. And a better doctor. And follow the instructions I guess. |
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