My other daughter-in-law is a doctor. We figured rest would do the trick. I still couldn't walk, so on Tuesday my primary care doctor said I should get to Urgent Care. They took x-rays and said two bones were broken in each foot, four broken bones total, and I would be in a wheelchair for four to six weeks. They put pneumatic boots on my feet though they didn't show me how to pump them up so they kind of rolled around my feet creating even more pain.
Next day podiatrist/surgeon. He spent two hours with us, would look at the x-ray, look at my feet. He said we could do a Cat scan to get a three-dimensional image, but if I was okay with it, he would do a "third world x-ray". He tapped all over my feet with a tuning fork. I could feel vibration. Good news. We are waiting now to see if I heal on my own. He thinks no broken bones or if there are, they might close on their own. He says surgery works for some people and not others. Allowing healing works for some and not others. I'm in the camp of allowing healing, so I am here at the computer wearing a pneumatic boot on one foot and a shoe on the other. He said it is impossible to balance with two pneumatic boots. I agree with that. I've been sliding up and down on my bottom to get in and out of the house. I have a wheelchair and as of yesterday, a walker, a step up literally and figuratively. The sun is shining with some clouds for decoration and white fluffy relief of monotony, and all is well.
What I see in all this is once again, as when I went through cancer treatment, interdependence, and love and support. I am loved and embraced. What could be better than that? Also I took a shower this morning. Hooray for showers. Also, I can go to the bathroom on my own now. Hooray for that too. Appreciate your steps, Dear Ones. They are wings!
