so here's the full obese story of my foot up to now.
hang on, because it's a looooooong story.
June 21, 2007: i'm at girl scout camp. had just finished tie-dye-ing a bandana. found out it was done, and i was super excited to see it. so i'm standing on a slope hill. not too steep. just a slope. and i'm jumping up and down with excitement. and i jump wrong and land on the outside of my right foot and step on it, spraining my ankle. so now i'm at girl scout camp with a sprained ankle. the next day is the last day. i miss horseback riding because of my ankle. i come home, and i'm on crutches.
June 24, 2007: taking a web design class at SacState through the ATS program. during break, had to go down stairs. hallway: one side - stairs. other side - elevator. my friend was going down the stairs. i thought it would be fun to try stairs on crutches. HA. big mistake. so it's a spiral-ish staircase with 3 flights. i get to the 3rd flight. 5 steps from the bottom, i lose my balance and fall. and sprain my left ankle BAD. immediate bruising and severe pain. almost started crying. well i did start crying. but that isn't the point.
June 24 or 25, 2007: i go to the doctor - originally an appointment for my right ankle but i end up getting my left ankle checked. it's a bad sprain. doc gives me 2 aircasts, one for each ankle. those suck btw. tells me to walk on it and it should heal itself.
a month or so later: i go back to doc. ankle still hurts. doc sends me in for a xray/mri. not healing. first bout of physical therapy is perscribed. doesn't help.
after that a month or two: go back to doc. still isn't healing. still hurts. doc is baffled. suggests surgery. i don't know what else to to so i get the surgery.
February 14, 2008: i get my first surgery on my left ankle. arthroscopic debriedmet and modified Brattstrom. e.g. little scope scraper dude goes in and cleans out scar tissue and then they sew the torn ligaments and tendons together so they'll heal.
three months later: physical therapy underway. ankle seems to be fine. but then.... it starts weeping. it doesn't look major - just a little spot at the top of the scar is open and oozing pus. worrying stuff. go back to the doc. he says it might be infected. i think: oh crap. he sends me to a infection doc in sac. tests me. tests are inconclusive but he says he thinks i have a MRSA staph infection. bad stuff. so i go back to doc #1. he says surgery to fix it.
July 24, 2008: second surgery on left ankle. turns out i had an osteomylitis bone infection, MRSA staph infection, and i was reacting to the sutures in my ankle. all at the same time. i was in the hospital for 5 days with a pic line (iv that goes in arm and up arm to heart) and vancomycin (really really really strong antibiotic). in hospital for 5 days. pic line for a month. vancomycin for a month. i got tape burns. not fun.
after: physical therapy for like 4 months. ankle slowly slowly stops hurting. finally stops. it's healed!!
December 2008 or January 2009: i decide to be stupid and wear boots with heels. in my defense, they were really really cute boots. i make it through the entire day with no incident. but then, i'm walking around a table. and i fall. *ba ba ba buuuuuuum* go to a different doctor. he says sprain. so more physical therapy.
5 months later: ankle still hurts. not healing. doctor says cortisol shot? i say no it didn't work last time it just hurt. so doc says: surgery. number 3.
June 10, 2009: third surgery on left ankle. arthroscopic scope. e.g. little scope dude goes in and scrapes out all the scar tissue in my ankle.
after: physical therapy (again). it heals!! no problems with it, everything goes good. yay!
August 11, 2009 (my 16th birthday): band camp today. second day. my birthday! we have a drill down. i get 3rd place or win. don't remember which. then my mom brings cupcakes and popsicles. they were really good cupcakes. and baby popsicles. didnt try those. and then we played a team-building (??) game. duck duck goose. 85 high school kids playing duck duck goose. drum major 1 makes drum major 2 choose someone "randomly" (not randomly). it number 1 chooses it number 2. it number 2 chooses it number three. it number three chooses me. i get up. i run. i run faster. i can run!! i catch. i win. i try to stop. i step wrong on RIGHT (not left) foot. i go down. i twist foot. i feel crunch crackle pop. i am collapsed on the ground. i try to get breath back. i feel the pain come. i try my best not to cry because everyone is staring at me. people think i'm faking. i don't start crying right away. people come over to help me up. i try to stand on my right foot. there come the tears. i hop across the field to band director and parents and shade and chair and ice. i am crying. foot hurts really really bad. i think i just popped something out of place. i get taken to hospital, in severe pain. i go to emergency room. i see my friend there - he volunteers there tuesdays. the day i was in there. yay. i'm calm-ish on the bed. i get an xray. i go through phases of freaking out and crying vs. being happy and giggly. i have to go to the bathroom. friend gets me a wheelchair. i go to bathroom. i get out. friend finds me before i'm back in my bed. says i've broken two bones. me and mom don't believe him. he says it's true. second and third metatarsal broken. i almost go into shock. i get back to the bed and start crying. friend comes in and hugs me. he's a good friend. grumpy er doc comes in and confirms. brings an xray in. 2nd metatarsal has hairline fracture. 3rd metatarsal is completely displaced break. now i know why my foot hurts so bad. nurse lady brings me norco. it doesn't do a whole lot. three nurse ladies (who i quickly come to hate) come in with a bunch of odd stuff. say they have to put a splint on my foot. so they press on my foot and bend it and hit the bones and push it and they don't stop. i'm screaming and bawling and it hurts so bad and my mom is yelling at them. do they stop? nope. finally they're done. i'm crying for another 10 minutes. nurse gives my mom perscription for norco. i say goodbye to my friend. go home. put foot up. stare in shock at the xray. watch tv. take norco and go to bed. wake up ath 3 and take another norco and lay in bed for 3 hours stoned. no more norco for a week. i was miserable that night.
August 12, 2009: i go to some weird doc. looks like a bug. he says to leave the break. it'll heal on its own. i don't believe him AT ALL. go down to my doc in sacramento. he agrees that it'll heal on its own. i find ANOTHER doc and she finally says she's shocked they didn't fix it when it happened. gets an xray, sends it to ANOTHER doc in roseville. he says it's fine. so she changes her mind and says it's fine.
four months later: foot is still hurting and swollen. get an xray. go to doc in sac. doc sees something ungood on xray. i get cat scan the next day. go to doc day after that with cat scan. doc says foot isn't healing. **I WAS RIGHT** says i have 3 options: wait and see if it will heal (no), get a bone growth stimulator (no), or surgery (yes). so i choose surgery.
Friday, November 13, 2009: get surgery to FINALLY fix my foot. doc scrapes off the surfaces of the two ends of the broken 3rd metatarsal in my foot. puts them together. screws a metal plate into my bone. surgery goes well. i have a metal plate and screws in my right foot on the third metatarsal.
now (Tuesday, December 8, 2009): foot still hurts. have been in a cast since the 19th of december. get said cast off december 17th. i hope my foot is healing. i can feel the metal in my foot. have been on norco since surgery. it works btw. hoping this surgery will be the last on my foot.
