I had my final doctor’s visit Monday. 135 days after I broke my ankle. 19 weeks. A lifetime.
It still hurts, regularly. I’m like a two-year old while going downstairs. Swelling, still there. Scars, bright red. My new “normal.”
I know I’m healing and that’s awesome. I’m functioning, and that’s amazing. So I’m definitely okay with where I’m at, I just wish I was a little further into my recovery. That being said, I stopped going to physical therapy at the end of March; not because I didn’t want to continue, but because I forgot to schedule more appointments and then life happened and I didn’t make time. I’m regretting that now, though it wasn’t really a conscious decision. I have been doing some of my exercises at home, but nowhere near what I should be. Let that be a lesson to you!
So, the long and short of it, the doctor told me to avoid high impact, including running, for about a year or more. He also told me that the pain I’ve been having is probably normal, but that if it persists for more than a year, I’ve likely developed arthritis in the joint and I’ll have to deal with that. He doesn’t say that this is a certainty, and the fact that I’m not medicating for my pain right now is a good sign. All in all, I’m relieved to know I’m on the road to recovery and am looking forward to continued improvement.