Overdue: Part 1
An avulsion fracture of the fifth metatarsal - that was the diagnosis. Only...this diagnosis didn't appear until months after the actual incident. I've never had great luck with doctors, nurses, or hospitals in general. Though I barely ever visit them, when I do, it's always something that no one can seem to figure out without multiple appointments, x-rays, MRI's, etc. I can't blame the doctors and nurses for this...I'm just a determined patient with a difficult-to-read body.
In an avulsion fracture, a small piece of bone is pulled off the main portion of the bone by a tendon or ligament. This type of fracture is the result of an injury in which the ankle rolls. Avulsion fractures are often overlooked when they occur with an ankle sprain. - FootHealthFacts.org
About 6 years ago, my romping around downtown Madison got me into some trouble. As the Maid of Honor in the bridal party, I arranged for all of us ladies to see a comedy show. We parked around the corner from the Comedy Club on State, but were a tad bit early, so we figured we would walk clear to the other end of State Street for some Chocolate Shoppe Ice Cream.
Lactose intolerance hadn't announced its existence yet, so Chocolate Shoppe was the ideal place to stop. We were prepared for a long night of galavanting – armed with our giggling glee over a friend's wedding the next week.
A few steps into the night and there I was, regaining my balance after rolling my ankle on a curb that literally came out of nowhere. I shit you not, the curb made a slight curve into the sidewalk, creating a dip. No, I had not had a drop to drink. No, I'm not normally clumsy. No, I definitely was not paying attention.
There was a slight tinge of "Holy fuck that hurts," accompanied by an "Eh, it's fine." We continued on. It wasn't until we made the 1.5 mile quest for ice cream that I realized, "Well that's going to bruise." Unaware of the damage done, we trekked back to the Comedy Club, had some mock-tails, and watched the set.
After the quintessential photo of the bridal party in front of the Capitol, we hopped into the car and drove off into the final week of wedding preparation – which most certainly had to include hysterical phone calls, finalizing last minute details, and a manicure fit for a Bride!
During that week, I had gone to my primary doctor, a podiatrist, and an orthopedist, had several x-rays of my foot taken, and wore a small foot cast for a few days - one of which happened to be my friend's wedding day.
Walking down the aisle is much more difficult than you'd think. I was so relieved that the bride garnered all of the attention because my half-assed limp down the aisle would've been much more noticeable if not. I slipped the cast off before walking down, and then slipped it back on after the ceremony.
After dancing our asses off and tear-filled speeches at the reception, long goodbyes and best wishes commenced with the bride and groom. Heading home to unwind and rest my overworked bones, I wondered how much damage I had done that night.