After 6 weeks of casting and lack of use, yesterday my cast was removed!
If you read the previous post, it talks a little about the process of removing the cast as well as how I felt going into this unfamiliar process. But all and all, I think the hardest part was the initial shock of seeing my atrophied calf and foot in addition to the suspense around my repeat x-rays that would determine how well I healed and my future prognosis.
As the cast was peeled off and my leg was reveled, all I saw was skin hanging on bone. I honestly felt sick to my stomach and wanted to cry. It was the visual that resembled being weak, unsafe, vulnerable and incapable that hit my consciousness and heart creating sadness. I was upset. I couldn’t believe how much of my strength, athletic ability, my person had disappeared.
Small tears began to form in the corner of my eyes as I crutched to the elevators. I rode down to Suite LL where I was to repeat my x-rays. The biggest question was, “how well did I heal and when can I walk?” I was then placed on the examining table in the radiology tech room, the tech asked knowing I was a doctor “first shot A to P”. I stretched my foot out as if I had the ability to place it directly on top of the black film slab, but my leg shook and my strength in my ankle was no longer firing. My left foot just dropped and dangled like a doll. I inched myself closer to the black film slab, held my knee close to my chest and gently placed the bottom of my foot on the block. Each position was difficult to hold.
I could see the results of my xray immediately on the computer screen across the room. Knowing how to read x-rays, things were looking good from afar. My spirits were lifted.
Just before I headed back up to Dr. Tallman’s office, the tech handed me three films to return to Tallman. My results were in!