Easter was early this year, so the Easter activities took place in March. The kids and I took a trip to see my Mom for Spring Break, leaving Hubby at home to finish remodeling the upstairs of our house. (YIPPEE) When we got home we dyed eggs, vistied the Bunny herself, made the Easter desserts, and then the Bunny came to see us! The Bunny hides the dyed eggs for the kids in the back yard during the night. (Ok so I got up and ran downstairs before the kids and did it.) So once the baskets were opened, we hunted eggs and then played with all the new loot and headed to Grammie’s house for dinner and more egg hunting.
At some point, we finally made it to the Zoo to get my annual “in front of the tulips family picture”. The family one turned out frighteningly bad. But the one of just the kids is cute! And the kids love the zoo – it seems every time we go we find something new to see. And this time we upgraded our membership to include the rides there. So the kids love that we can ride the carasoul and the train each time we go!
Ok – so here’s the sad foot update.
The very next day after my February appointment, pain started. It wasn’t too terrible. Basically I just walked on the outside of my foot. And I kept my toes up. I know it’s hard to picture that. I just pulled my toes off the floor and let the weight be on the heel and outside of my foot. This would continue and the pain got increasingly worse until I finally went to a physical thereapist in early April. I kept my foot wrapped in an ace bandage for everything – in my shoe and out. I also bought various arch supports to try and alleviate pain. Nothing worked. One day I woke up with a terrible pain in my shoulder and neck and knew I needed to get to a chiropracter immedietly. But my regular chiropracter is closed on Thursdays. And this was a Thursday. So I called around and finally found a place that would get me in asap.
I show up for the appointment and it’s one of those all health places – they have physical therapists, regular MDs, chiropracters, and some other stuff. I thought, since I was there I might as well ask about my foot. They didn’t want to do any treatments until they could see what was in my foot so they x-rayed it. And that’s how I found out about the broken screw. Yep – I have a broken screw. Not even a full year after surgery and somehow one is broken. ***I’m so good at this lis franc fracture thing.*** They did help my back that day. I’m so glad I went in there, though I will continue with my own chiropracter instead of this new place.
I called and went to back to my orthopedic surgeon who basically said give it time because he thinks the pain is from the stiff joint now being able to move. I’m not all that convinced it’s not pain from the screw itself, but I’m willing to try physical therapy in hopes of skipping another surgery.
So now we’re heading into May.
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