Within about 10 minutes of showing up at my parents’ house on Saturday, I was told by both my Dad and Mama (in separate conversations) that I needed to get my foot and ankle checked out by a doctor. I had to admit that the bruising was a little…strange, but I was hesitant to drop $100 ER co-pay and three hours of my holiday weekend just to be told that there was nothing they could do.
But my Mama really settled it when she reminded me that if it was something like a break, and it didn’t heal properly, it could cause me problems for the rest of my life. Not something I want to deal with considering I plan on leading a healthy and active lifestyle for many, many, many decades to come.
So I woke up Sunday morning, ate some biscuits and gravy and then Babyface took me to the ER. Three hours later, I popped out of the hospital with an Ace bandage, an ankle brace and instructions to “take it easy” for 4-6 weeks.
SAY WHAT? 4-6 weeks!? Now, I’ve sprained my ankle(s) before and don’t remember it being that long of a recovery. But it turns out this sprain was a particularly bad one. Ready for a gross piece of info? My sprain was so bad that I had internal bleeding in my foot. The blood pooled along my sole and the bottom of my toes. What I thought was strange bruising was actually pockets of blood under my skin. Gross to the max.
Not having a break was great news, but the 4-6 weeks was definitely a shocker. The X-ray tech explained it well. Bones have a blood supply in them. When they break, the blood can quickly travel and circulate to help repair the break. Tendons (what you injure when you sprain a body part) do not have their own blood supply and actually leech blood off of bones. So it can take almost twice as long to heal a bad sprain as it would to heal a break.
It’s only been a week since the sprain and I’m already going stir crazy. I want to walk. And even run. I can actually get around fine. My ankle holds weight well, it just doesn’t seem to want to turn or rotate. And you’d be amazed at how much you need to rotate your ankle in a day.
Right now, I’m wearing a pretty atrociously large ankle brace and the doctor said I should wear it as long as my ankle feels weak. I’m hoping I can take it off by the end of the week and really start some range of motion exercises. I’ve heard from quite a few of you that you suffer from weak ankles, too. Look forward to a few posts with ankle-strengthening moves so we can all stop having busted up legs.
So, what did I do after coming back from the ER with my new order to “take it easy”? I filled up my cup of sangria, hopped in the wagon and had my sister drive me around. Because that’s what you do when you live in Southern Indiana.
That was before we had an epic 45 minute squirt gun fight in the pool. I think the average age of the participants was somewhere around 30. We’re classy and mature like that.