the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
Every song has a ending, every book has to close, my story is coming to its finale and I’m here to tell you all just how beautiful it all was.
These are some of the last words from Kirstie Tancock’s final blog. She’s been gone for some time, but I can’t help but think about her and those who went before and after her. I want to see a cure for cystic fibrosis.
On this day I was finally able to get in to see my new primary care physician since my old one retired.
She prescribed me enough pain medication to get me over the hump of a consult with the orthopedic surgeon, and either that individual or my pain management clinic (who normally see me for migraine-related pain, though they treat other kinds of pain too) will continue to prescribe me medications as needed. Between codeine and the occasional hydrocodone, I’m able to maneuver around the house in my new boot.
By the time most of you see this, several days will unfortunately have elapsed.
I’ve been quite busy lately with real life, and I apologize for not being able to post in here!
Today was the day that I found out that the break in my foot had gotten… slightly worse than it was on initial imaging, which probably has a lot to do with the fact that I can’t get in to see an orthopedic surgeon for a consult until the end of the month. That was the soonest that our schedules aligned to be able to fit me in.
I’ve been given runaround after runaround why local hospitals can’t put a cast on the foot of mine that very clearly has broken bones in it, and I’ve been given the same level of runarounds from my insurance about the onerous requirements to get in to see a specialist who can put a cast on it followed by pins and needles, or just plain pinning and needling the old mother fucker. So what this boils down to is the fact that I’ve been walking on a broken foot for almost a month now, even if some of that has been with the help of those boots that they fit some people’s broken feet with. If I’m lucky I can get in at the end of the month to see an orthopedic surgeon about doing the very necessary pinning and needling of my foot that I am one hundred percent positive has been exacerbated by continuing to walk on it because attempting to use crutches has been more dangerous for me than just taking careful steps in a form-fitting brace. This is my life, you folks.
Shatter certain bones in foot during grand mal seizure.
Find out about this at urgent care after walking on a broken foot for a week.
Get told to go to the emergency room to get a cast placed on said foot.
Be told by said emergency room that they… can not put a cast on it, at a hospital…
Get referred to orthopedic surgery.
Get told the day before casting that the referral has to come from one’s primary care physician.
Am in the process of being assigned a new one because old primary care physician abruptly retired.
Manage to get fit in with them to get a referral from them to orthopedic surgery.
Still not casted. Walking on a broken foot with a boot and crutches when I can manage to use them.