Thursday, August 7, 2008

Pity Party Continues...for 6-8 weeks

Linda Ronstadt wrote a song, "Poor, poor, pitiful me." I like singing Linda Ronstadt songs which is good because it looks like this is going to be my anthem for the next two months. 
I woke this morning after a fitful night of sleep. I felt fairly optimistic going into the doctor's office, enough so that I thought about taking a couple silly pictures while on the way there.

My mood quickly changed after the doctor reviewed the x-rays. I have broken the fifth metatarsal bone. CRUD! Repeatedly the doctor told me I could put absolutely no pressure on my foot for 6-8 weeks. This is very problematic, how does that happen?

The biggest disappointment is that I will be going to West Point on crutches to see my son. I was going to drive to NY with my disabled mom and my two OS in two weeks. My husband started a new job and has very limited vacation time. Our plan was to meet him in NY and all go together. Now it looks like I'll be packing a wheelchair for me, and perhaps one for my mom. Thousands of people attend A-Day, nothing is going to make me miss seeing my boy but never, in my wildest imagination, did I think I'd be greeting him in crutches. 

Next week the doctor puts a regular cast on my foot. I never thought a silly turn of the foot would land me in a position like this. 


MamaJenn said...

LM! I am so sorry. Do you want me to bring anything to your pity party? Chips? Cake? A fifth of Jack? ;)

MyAwesomeOliveShoots said...

Sure! Also something small, sparkly and shiny please! Thanks! I'll come to your pity party too, are you having one?

MamaJenn said...

Well, I had one yesterday. I don't have a pity party scheduled for today, but you know that a good pp doesn't require much planning.

Nancy said...

As a famous group recently sang "The sun will come out tomorrow".

So sorry, hope your foot does not hurt too much. Bet your bottom dollar and broken foot that tomorrow there'll be sun.

Denise said...

Bummer, bummer, bummer. We'll come see you soon. Once I am not scared to take our potty training on the road. Jon sends his best crazy eyes to you.

Peas on Earth said...

Oh my. I am so sorry! What a tough break! (oops! I did it again! hee hee)

Anonymous said...

I spent plebe-parent weekend trying to manuever around West Point in a boot (the hills of West Point are not friendly to the injured), I left the crutches at the hotel, learned how to get up and down the bleachers for the parade, went to the dance dressed in my evening attire and black boot, held up everybody in the security line at the airport because it set off the security alarms and I had a letter from my doctor to verify the injury. So good luck, been there done that!!

Anonymous said...

Okay, as I was closely examining the x-rays, I couldn't help but notice what looked like pins in your big toe. Was this broken previously? No pins required for this one?

Glad you're in such great spirit about it! Guess no more late nights dancing at the clubs!

–Cuz Matt