Hobbles

So here I am, gimping about on my bum leg. I decided not to go to the Emergency Room, since I know that after waiting for 12 hours, they would probably just x-ray me, wrap up my leg and tell me to make an appointment with a specialist. So I decided to cut out the middle man and just go to the damn specialist. Thank god for Workman's Comp.

I'm still having trouble putting any weight on the leg at all, although some of the severe pain has gone down, thanks to my constant icing and elevating routine, overseen by the ever vigilant Deborah. Seriously, my girlfriend rocks. She is in quite a bit of pain herself with her bum knee, but she has taken over my care and refuses to let me walk the dog, fix myself breakfast or go to Starbucks.

You'd think it would be a luxury to be waited upon, but actually I'm bored and antsy. I just want to walk to the Starbucks, dammit! I just want to take my pup for a walk! Being mildly incapacitated sucks.

I still can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong with the leg-- I have no bruising or swelling, and it's not sensitive to the touch. But when I put any weight on my left leg, the lower portion of my calf bone feels like it's on fire. Severe pain shoots up my whole leg from the bottom of my calf. If this makes any sense, it doesn't feel like muscle pain, it feels like bone pain.

Jeez. I can't wait to get a doctor's appointment to get this checked out already. Until then you'll find me with my leg propped up, ice packs at the ready and a bored expression on my face.