Friday, June 17
One week in, I was actually feeling MUCH better, so much that I thought I could even stand up first thing in the morning. BAD idea! I immediately fell back on the bed in pain and needed two more painkillers to get back to sleep.
In the afternoon, I went to my first doctor’s visit at an office near the hospital. Once I was in the visitation room, they removed my splint and, for the first time in a week, I could see the damage. I had bruising (purple, blue, & yellow) all around my heel and lower ankle. The doctor had me lay on my stomach and squeezed my left calf. NOTHING happened. Immediately, he gave me his diagnosis- a rupture of the Achilles tendon. Honestly, I will never forget that moment. As a relatively young (29 years old), healthy, active individual, the news was absolutely devastating. After discussing the situation with my doctor, we opted for the non-surgical treatment because it was (a) cheaper, and (b) reportedly just as effective. I was fitted for an Air Cast and scheduled for a follow up visit 3 weeks later.
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