Blimey Colin, that must have been a shock for you, but it sounds like they are on the ball. At 55 you’re very lucky not to have had any surgery on any of your bits. It does make you feel old being in hospital in my opinion/experience. I always seem to be on a ward with very old ladies and there’s no craic at all! Bones /tendons etc is a young, sporty persons ailment so you’ll be in the company of young strapping rugby players if they keep you in. 😉Good morning. Here follows a venting/stream of consciousness.
A whopping 12.8 this morning.
I’m putting that down to having my ankle poked and prodded quite a bit yesterday as they continue to investigate why it’s not healing properly.
Ultrasound yesterday revealed that my ankle isn’t pregnant but the tendons are buggered quite badly.
They reckon that the tendons were damaged years ago and doing the half marathon damaged them further as did getting knocked off the bike and the awkward landing.
Ended up with three medicos in the room as each sought a more senior/experienced opinion as to the state of things.
According to the ultrasound the tensions are barely attached. They think there are three fibres connected but the rest are not.
I’m now being referred urgently to UCH for MRI and further investigation and will be under a surgical team who will determine what to do and when to do it.
Apparently this is now a complex tendon reconstruction operation.
In all my 55 years I’ve never had any hospital surgery so I’m wrestling with concepts of aging and my own mortality etc (which I accept is a bit over dramatic).
I trust the medics and I’m sure I’ll trust the surgical team however my mind is going to “What if they bugger the (highly likely) operation up and things are worse?”
Then I accept that at the moment I find walking exhausting because I’m not able to flex my ankle/foot naturally and wonder how much worse it can be.
I looked at walking sticks online last night as well. I’m wondering if a stick might help with balance and reducing pain etc immediately whilst I’m waiting for whatever happens next. But I’m resistant because it’s only old people who use a walking stock and I’m not old.
If I did get one then it would be a stylish one. Possibly silver handled or beautifully carved hardwood. I can’t imagine borrowing a “standard” one from the folks.
The added stress all this has caused, alongside my therapist being ill and cancelling all appointments for a month, advancements with the oh-so-slow legal case now getting towards the sharp end and the other side deliberately running up costs in order to frighten us with the prospect of facing seven figure costs if we loose, and I’ve found it tough to cope.
My Go To response has been to overeat. Not anywhere near the extent it used to be but still to the point where it’s not supportive of a healthy me.
In response to that I’ve started to attend Overeaters Anonymous (OA) meetings.
I’m not sure whether long term they’re for me or not tbh but they’re giving me something I need right now and that’s enough of a reason to continue going.
All of this, coupled with a maximum of three hours sleep a night, is why I’ve been a little quiet on here recently.
I’ve not mentioned any of this on wider social media but know I can do so here in a supportive and non-judgemental forum which I’m truly grateful to be a member of.
I’m not sure if there’s anything I want or need or hope to get by posting this here other than the release of sharing it all.
Thank you.
Oh dear Robin. How awful for all concerned. Hope the wedding goes well. Fingers crossed it doesn’t rain like it did yesterday.Morning all, 5.1 here, so close. In fact, I had a surprising unicorn day yesterday apart from one compression dip overnight. I say surprising, because it wasn’t a good day. Set off at 2pm for the North, where we are attending a wedding today. Thought it would be nice and relaxing to travel up the day before, have a nice meal out and a restful night. Ha! Got as far as Stafford, stopped for a coffee, and when we came out, it was eerily quiet, nobody arriving into the services, just a few people leaving, rejoined the motorway which was deserted. Drove a few miles, came up on stationary traffic..and sat there for 2.5 hours while the police investigated an 'incident' ahead of us. Police finally started letting stuff through at a crawl, in one lane, but by the time we got to the scene, they’d packed up and gone home. I gather someone may have fallen/jumped off an overhead bridge. So we did the rest of the journey in the dark, and we hate night driving, especially on motorways, just managed to check into the hotel and whizz out to the pub for a meal just before it stopped serving at 8.45. Was well beyond wanting anything to eat by this time, so had a comfort bowl of couscous and salad with grilled chicken, and a large glass of Sauvignon Blanc , then returned to the hotel and fell into bed.
@ColinUK ! loads of hugs (imagine a whole row of emojis. I’m sounding like @Lanny here). Confronting old age and future decrepitude is no fun. I hope the medics can sort you out. Meanwhile, I think @eggyg 's idea for walking poles and a disguise as a Nordic Walker is the way forward.
I completely undersatand your concern about your ankle, tendon damage seems to take more time to heal that broken bones. It is 1 year this week since my knee tendon repair and although much better it is still not normal and I suspect never will be.Good morning. Here follows a venting/stream of consciousness.
A whopping 12.8 this morning.
I’m putting that down to having my ankle poked and prodded quite a bit yesterday as they continue to investigate why it’s not healing properly.
Ultrasound yesterday revealed that my ankle isn’t pregnant but the tendons are buggered quite badly.
They reckon that the tendons were damaged years ago and doing the half marathon damaged them further as did getting knocked off the bike and the awkward landing.
Ended up with three medicos in the room as each sought a more senior/experienced opinion as to the state of things.
According to the ultrasound the tensions are barely attached. They think there are three fibres connected but the rest are not.
I’m now being referred urgently to UCH for MRI and further investigation and will be under a surgical team who will determine what to do and when to do it.
Apparently this is now a complex tendon reconstruction operation.
In all my 55 years I’ve never had any hospital surgery so I’m wrestling with concepts of aging and my own mortality etc (which I accept is a bit over dramatic).
I trust the medics and I’m sure I’ll trust the surgical team however my mind is going to “What if they bugger the (highly likely) operation up and things are worse?”
Then I accept that at the moment I find walking exhausting because I’m not able to flex my ankle/foot naturally and wonder how much worse it can be.
I looked at walking sticks online last night as well. I’m wondering if a stick might help with balance and reducing pain etc immediately whilst I’m waiting for whatever happens next. But I’m resistant because it’s only old people who use a walking stock and I’m not old.
If I did get one then it would be a stylish one. Possibly silver handled or beautifully carved hardwood. I can’t imagine borrowing a “standard” one from the folks.
The added stress all this has caused, alongside my therapist being ill and cancelling all appointments for a month, advancements with the oh-so-slow legal case now getting towards the sharp end and the other side deliberately running up costs in order to frighten us with the prospect of facing seven figure costs if we loose, and I’ve found it tough to cope.
My Go To response has been to overeat. Not anywhere near the extent it used to be but still to the point where it’s not supportive of a healthy me.
In response to that I’ve started to attend Overeaters Anonymous (OA) meetings.
I’m not sure whether long term they’re for me or not tbh but they’re giving me something I need right now and that’s enough of a reason to continue going.
All of this, coupled with a maximum of three hours sleep a night, is why I’ve been a little quiet on here recently.
I’ve not mentioned any of this on wider social media but know I can do so here in a supportive and non-judgemental forum which I’m truly grateful to be a member of.
I’m not sure if there’s anything I want or need or hope to get by posting this here other than the release of sharing it all.
Thank you.