Well, my “long post/short post” schedule has gotten a bit screwed up lately, what with the medium-sized “short” post on All Hallow’s Eve Eve followed by the complete skip “long” post on my birth-Boxing-day. So technically this should be a short post week even though last week was a very short post, but mainly I’m making excuses because there’s just no way I could manage a long post this week.
But, to compensate, I shall expend a few words explaining why I can’t make that happen, which could be of interest if you happen to know me personally (say, you were redirected here from a social media post), or if you just dig medical anomalies. This is not a story about me, but rather about The Mother (who, recall, is not my mother, but rather the mother of my children).
So The Mother was out in our back yard, cleaning up dog poop, and she twisted her foot a bit. At first thinking nothing of it, she kept on walking for a bit, but she quickly realized it was more serious than she’d thought at first. So she came in and woke me up (I have a tendency to sleep late on days that end in “Y”) and had me examine it. Now, I am not a medical professional by any stretch. However, my mother is a nurse (she was a nurse in our local hospital for many years, and then did in-home care after that), and I’ve had a CPR certification since my teen years, and even briefly held an EMT cert. So I know just enough to be dangerous—but, more seriously, usually enough to know whether wait-and-see is a reasonable option, or if, no, you really need to get your ass to urgent care. So I palpated her foot to look for swelling and perhaps detect signs of crepitus (that’s the “noise”—more typically felt as a vibration—of bones grinding together, which can indicate a fracture). When you do this, you always paplate both sides at once. Remember: everybody’s body is different, so feeling something that feels unusual because it doesn’t feel like that on you means nothing. However, most people’s bodies are at least symmetrical, so feeling something on one foot (or hand, or hip, or what-have-you) that isn’t on the other can mean something’s up. Not always, but it’s often enough to say “okay, this is beyond me: time to talk to a real medical person.”
So I immediatley hit a very obvious protrusion on her lateral metatarsal (i.e. the outside-most foot bone). She tells me, “no, tha’s nothing; just a bone spur. Ignore that.” I raised an eyebrow, but said okay. But there was obvious swelling below that, and I could faintly detect some disturbing sensations: maybe not quite crepitus, but enough for me to say, “nope, I think this is serious, we should try to get you into urgent care ... not the ER, but let’s not wait for a doctor’s appointment either.” I did ask her for more info about the bone spur (which, for whatever reason, I’d never heard about before), and she said that, two or three doctors ago, she’d asked about it, and was told “oh, that’s most likely a bone spur, and there’s nothing you can really do about it other than some pretty serious surgery, so, as long as it’s not immediately bothering you, don’t worry about it.” Since then, each successive doctor would say “oh, what’s this?” and she would pass on the bone spur explanation, and they would all nod and say, “yep, that sounds about right.”
So we set about trying to find an urgent care place. We’ve changed insurance companies about 4 times in the past several years, so this was trickier than we first expected. But we eventually found an orthopedic urgent care place fairly close by—lucky!—and, at 5pm (the earliest time they were accepting walk-ins), I drove her out to it.
And, of course, they actually X-rayed the thing. And then they came back and did more X-rays (never a great sign). And then they came and told her that that bump she’d had forever what not a bone spur at all. It was actually a piece of her heel. It had broken off at some point, and apparently not hurt badly enough for her to get medical attention at the time, and the stray piece of bone just floated around inside her foot for a while, and eventually it settled into that position, on the proximal end of the lateral metatarsal, just below her ankle, and just fused with the metatarsal. And there it stayed until this past Wednesday, when she twisted her foot just so, and it snapped off.
If you didn’t at least wince at that last part, you may want to get your empathy meter checked.
So you can imagine how painful that is, and how unpleasant just the thought of it is, and how it might make it difficult to get around. The doc said that they’re going to immobilize it (primarily via the use of an orthopedic boot) and see if it will re-stabilize. If so, perhaps we can get by without any further intervention ... although that seems pretty unlikely. Worst case scenario, she’ll need surgery to have the stray bone removed. But, honestly, the urgent care doc (orthopedic specialist though she was), admitted that she had never seen anything like this before, so I think the main reason for waiting a week is to get some availability with the podiatry specialist. But we’ll see what that fellow has to say on Thursday.
So, I can’t really complain but so muc
h—I mean,
my foot isn’t hurting all the time, and I’m not the one wearing a giant boot that you have to pump up when you put it on and then you bump it into everything you try to walk pas
t—but at the same time, it’s a little exhausting being father
and mother. In the past five days, I’ve probably left the house more than in the past five
months: two urgent care runs, two doctor’s appointments for the smallies, a “teen drop-off” (and subsequent pick-up), and a trip to Costco. Hopefully this will get better going forward, but, realistically, it may well get worse if surgery ends up being necessary. We’ll have to wait and see.