Waiting for Tuesday

The last checkup on my leg wasn't what I wanted. The Dr looked at the X-rays and told me that there had been no progress. She did of course tell me that the bone was not worse. Of course as soon as I heard no progress, I shut down.

Initially I was angry and said some angry things in my frustration. I had just spent 5 weeks in my studio. My leg was propped up the whole week. I used Ice. I had done gymnastics every time I went out of the bed to avoid making my leg worse. My hope was to get some encouraging words. I deserved it after all that effort.

Further the Dr's x-ray tech was not available that day. I got a call earlier in the week to tell me that. Initially they thought it was going to be ok for be to venture out two days in a row. A daunting task because I have to go slowly down the stairs on my ass one step and a time. Each time I drop a bit more I remember I am going to have to reverse a few hours later and go back up. The idea of doing that was not my idea of fun.

Eventually we found another x-ray person but had to go to another location. 2 times as much effort getting in and out of the car. To add to the pile, these x-ray facilities don't take appointments so we showed up early. Didn't matter, they forgot about us for an hour as I watched person after person go in when they had arrived after me. I seethed about it and waited, surely they would remember me. Not so much, I had to get angry before someone came and took care of me.

Surely with all this effort, I would be rewarded right? Not so much the Dr had given me the news no progress. Two more weeks and they would check again. I have been in a dark mood ever since. How can a leg get any better in 2 weeks? Now with the appointment looming, I am hoping for a different result. All I want is to be able to put weight on the leg with a cane or crutch. That will allow me to take a cherished trip to Yellowstone in less than a week. Hoping.