Waking up in the hospital on the 25th of February was something I never thought would happen. Believe it or not - when I was a kid I wanted to know what it was like to break a bone! My sister Tracy broke bones left and right when we were kids! Then my brother Tim followed her lead and I can't even tell you how many times he was being rushed to the hospital for falling out of a tree. Now I never really wanted to be hurt ... I think it was more the attention that I looked for. Any little injury I had I always made it out to be a big deal ... telling my mom that I thought I needed to go to the hospital. She never took me! Low and behold my time would come. And now if I had every birthday wish back I want to wish for toys, socks ... heck I'll even wish for the flu right now! I do not want to wish for a broken bone! This is for the birds!!!
Dr. Ostrum came to see me on 2/25 to tell me how he was going to fix me up. He told me that I hadn't left him much of a heel to work with but he was going to put me back together. When I woke up post surgery I had this wonderful device on my foot.
This is what they call an external fixator. It was put in my heel/foot/leg to separate the bones that were crushed so that they could fix me up. Problem was that my foot was so swollen there was no way
Dr. Ostrum would be able to repair my heel until the swelling went down. Patience and it's virtue has hit me on this day.
My long road to recovery started on this day.
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