Anywho, my mom was supposed to come down this weekend. We were gunna hang around, go to the movies and maybe do a bit of shopping. But because of recent events she decided to come a bit earlier. So she came at about 2:30 today. It was essentially a changing of the guards, Jacqueline left at my mom was tagged in.
We made our way to the orthopedic surgeon. He is supposed to be one of the best in S. Florida. He took a look at the x-rays I showed you in the other post. His prognosis was not very good. Here is the summary:
- I broke my fibula (the small bone in the lower leg). Although the doc isn't too worried about it.
- I pretty much fucked up 2 of the three major ligaments of the ankle. The ligament that basically holds the tib/fib bones together just over the smooth ball at the top of the ankle is pretty much ripped up. Hence in the xrays you see the tibia shifted over 1". Also the ligament along the back of the ankle.
- Surgery will be Monday. After surgery I will be in a splint until the wounds heal and then they can put a cast on.
- I would not be able to put any weight on it for about 3 months. After which I would start PT.
- So basically in about 6-9 months from now I will be at full-ish recovery. And then maybe longer until I could ride or play kickball again.
2 comments:
So, the big question is: how the hell are you going to drive your stick-shift car with a cast on your left leg for 3 months? Maybe someone will want to trade for a BMW M6 with 7-speed SMG or, if you're lucky, a Ford Escapee with automatic transmission.
I think, if I was you, to accept the BMW M6 over the Ford Escape. I mean, here you are, in shitville and all, and maybe, just maybe, a loner like that might pick up your spirits a tiny bit. Whereas, the word "escape" alone just adds insult to injury because, in fact, you cannot indeed escape said shitville.
Like I said before, you will need a two-room suite at the Ritz as well...I hear salt water, ocean breezes and thongs on beautiful women can do wonders for a boy on the mend!
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