70 Days

Yes, it's been 70 days since my fall. I thought I would be much better by now, but nothing is ever that simple with me. I guess part of the problem was the doctor I was seeing. He wasn't aggressive enough with his treatment. I found he was always so unsure about what he was doing. And to top it off, he was an asshole. But that's a story for another day. I now have another doctor that was very quick to see and solve the problem. He listened to what I had to say and immediately went into action. It only took the new doctor 5 minutes to diagnose me with Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. 5 minutes! He then called another doctor to discuss my condition and within minutes I was whisked away to another office for treatment. There were some ups and downs with my medication. I was told that if these medications didn't work I would have to get injections in my spine to block the nerves in my foot. My fingers are crossed that I won't have to do that. But I think things are finally starting to improve. I started physical therapy and that seems to be helping. It hurts like hell, but I know it has to be done. Hopefully I will be off of the crutches soon and able to start driving again. It's been so hard to get around. I have to depend on friends and family to drive me to and from appointments and work. I know it must be such a pain in the ass, but they are doing so without complaint. I will be forever grateful for their time and kindness. It's during times like these that you know who you can really count on. I'm thankful that I have these people in my life. You know who you are. Thanks! :0)