Take this number in, because the chorus sums up how things have been feeling over the last two weeks. I will let you all marinate on the soft and super awkward Ray LaMontagne…
OK, Ray, time to take some uppers and let me get back to my blog post.
So, about 6 weeks ago, I had that monstrosity of a red cast put on my foot as I mentioned in a previous post. I will give you a few seconds to scroll up and look at the pictures,
OK, so apparently sometime during surgery (I don’t remember when, I was high and asleep), my bomb-ass surgeon lengthened my achilles. I didn’t know such things were possible, but apparently it happens and it happened to yours truly. I found this fact out today, but more on that later. So, I am guessing when you F with an achilles such as cut it and lengthen it, said achilles gets pissed off and aggravated. This information should be readily available to, I don’t know, say the dude that is in charge of putting casts on people who have achilles work done. Maybe it was and homeboy wasn’t up on his reading or he thought I was lying, but the cast technician pushed me to the absolute limit before slathering on the plaster. I tried to explain that my achilles felt like it was stretched to the limit, that it was quite painful, but he said that was normal due to swelling. So, on went the cast and off went Brian out the door. It felt fine, maybe a little tight, but nothing I was worried about. That was until I went to bed, rolled over to stretch and…
I let out a short yelp, grabbed the cast and as fast as the searing pain came on it was gone. I held my breath for a few seconds as I had heard horror stories of torn achilles, how they roll up to your calf like a window shade. Worryingly, I wiggled my toes, first slowly and then with a bit more urgency as I realized I felt no lasting pain. After checking my calf for any gruesome looking lumps and contusions, I calmed down, went to sleep and thought nothing more of it for another 5 weeks.
I was allowed to slowly start bearing weight on my foot last week, easing into an odd looking gate as I made my way up the progression scale. It definitely didn’t look pretty, but I was happy to finally be back on my own two and have some freedom of mobility. It was not long, however, before I started to notice a good amount of pain in my achilles as I tried to transition for heel strike to toe off. Thing was, I couldn’t get to my toes without feeling as if my achilles was going to tear in half. There was zero strength, and so I chalked it up to atrophy, the typical loss of strength associated with immobilization. I was hoping to feel some progression over the week as I worked my way to 100% weight bearing, or at least more comfortable walking in the boot.
Unfortunately, things just seemed to go in the opposite direction.
I got in the shower one morning (Calm yourselves DOWN. I know, I know, just the thought is almost too much to handle but contain yourselves), and when I pushed off to step in I just about about fell over. Forget about walking, I didn’t have the strength nor the ability to even push off my toes in the slightest. I sat down to investigate my foot and sure enough, I felt a defined ridge running across the back of my achilles tendon. I have had a number of friends either partially or completely tear the tendon in the past, so I sort of knew what I was looking for. So, I got out, toweled off, got myself looking fresh to death per usual, and put a call in to my surgeon.
Fast forward to this morning, sitting on the examination table, a little bit of warm jelly, and…
What? You think what? Ew, no! Get your mind out of the gutter and follow the story. Gosh…
As I was saying, I was sitting on the table and my surgeon was …lubing…up my achilles with jelly to get a clear ultrasound image. Now, I think my surgeon is the bomb, and he is world renowned for the work that he does. I mean, the dude designed a tiny portable ultrasound machine, the one that he was using on me, the very one you see in US armed forces commercials during NFL games. Yeah, he’s pretty rad. So, he’s looking at this dope little screen and things seem A-OK.
“Oh, wait…let’s back up for a sec…yeah, you see that gap there? That’s a tear. It’s not a full tear, about 50%, but it’s a tear.”
So, there you have it folks; add to the list of injuries a partially torn achilles tendon, which I certainly didn’t have after the initial injury. That cast tech, while I feel bad, definitely has the focus of my ire at the moment. I am sure he is a nice guy, but know your ish, homeboy. My surgeon said that I do not need further surgery at the moment and that I can’t baby my foot anymore, that I need to start building strength back up. So, I am clear to start rehab even with half an achilles. As he said, “If it goes, it goes; we can always fix that.”
I am not sure if I should explain to my surgeon what I think happened or just let it slide. What do you all think…(if anyone reads this, that is)?
More to come later when rehab starts.