Evidently.
The boot ends about 2-3 inches below my knee. It's hot, it's cumbersome, and it makes me walk like a duck sometimes, especially when I try to walk outside on grass. I am not amused.
Doctor appointment is on Tuesday morning (it will be a full month on Tuesday that I've been in this thing). He'll let me know then what my next step is. I think I'll probably be going for an MRI. I see and feel no change overall, but we'll see what the doctor says. I'm kind of afraid he may to try to cast it next. That would be the last thing before surgery.
As an aside, one of my GFs has been in a boot like this since last October. She had stress fractures in her ankle that wouldn't heal. Then she went down to St. Thomas, tried to walk in the ocean, turned the ankle and tore tendons, or something like that. It's not healing and, to make it worse, she is diabetic, which just adds to her foot issues. So I've been in mine a month; she's been in hers since October. It's her left foot and it's my right foot. She comes up and picks me up for coffee at DD sometimes (she can still drive). We get a lot of attention!
There's always somebody worse off than you, no matter how badly you feel about it.
The boot ends about 2-3 inches below my knee. It's hot, it's cumbersome, and it makes me walk like a duck sometimes, especially when I try to walk outside on grass. I am not amused.
Doctor appointment is on Tuesday morning (it will be a full month on Tuesday that I've been in this thing). He'll let me know then what my next step is. I think I'll probably be going for an MRI. I see and feel no change overall, but we'll see what the doctor says. I'm kind of afraid he may to try to cast it next. That would be the last thing before surgery.
As an aside, one of my GFs has been in a boot like this since last October. She had stress fractures in her ankle that wouldn't heal. Then she went down to St. Thomas, tried to walk in the ocean, turned the ankle and tore tendons, or something like that. It's not healing and, to make it worse, she is diabetic, which just adds to her foot issues. So I've been in mine a month; she's been in hers since October. It's her left foot and it's my right foot. She comes up and picks me up for coffee at DD sometimes (she can still drive). We get a lot of attention!
There's always somebody worse off than you, no matter how badly you feel about it.