It was like sewing two mop heads together.
As I awoke from the anesthesia, my surgeon, the very
talented Dr. William O'Connor, told me that he was admitting me for the night even
though the procedure had been scheduled for day surgery. Under the influence of
pain killers such as morphine, I was amenable to just about anything. But as so
many CR4ers know, curiosity dies hard. I
had questions. First, why was I staying in the hospital overnight?
Warning: The
Following Contains Graphic Material
My ruptured Achilles tendon ranked alongside the worst orthopedic
injuries that Dr. O'Connor had ever seen. The operation had involved entering my
calf with surgical pliers and pulling one end of the Achilles down so that it
could be sewn, fiber-by-fiber, back together. Dr. O'Connor likened the
procedure to sewing two old-school mop heads back together, one strand at a
time.
He expected me to be in a great deal of pain because it was
a relatively traumatic surgery. With my leg immobilized, I felt okay - but I
wasn't arguing. The pain did come, but mostly from swelling. Once the
anti-inflammatory drug Tordol was added to my intravenous (IV) regimen, I was
fairly comfortable but groggy. Some mild complications kept me in the hospital
for three days.
Pointed in the Right
Direction
When I was finally discharged, it was back to the splint
with toes pointed all the way down. I also had strict instructions to keep my
foot elevated, to keep all weight
off it for six weeks, and to try really hard not be an idiot. My wife smiled
knowingly, as I had struggled to follow these types of instructions four years
ago when I had knee surgery. And I had paid the price then for my disobedience.

If I behaved now, I could drive as soon as I felt up to it (the
injury was to my left leg) and return to work as long as I kept up with the
most unenjoyable part of my recovery: twelve days of self-administered Lovenox injections
in my abs. (Lovenox is an anti-blood clotting medication). I was told to expect
bruising all over my abdominal muscles by the time I was done. I lucked out,
though. The Lovenox injections were painful and burned, but there was no
bruising.
Life on crutches was tough to get used to, but not as bad as
many people have it after knee surgery. Fortunately, I could bend my knee to position
my leg in a way that kept me comfortable. I spent several days in a recliner
and then graduated to a pull-out sofa. And despite a trip over a curb that
forced me to bring down most of my weight on my left leg (and sent the edges of
my vision gray), I did as I was told. In two weeks time, it was my turn for
suture removal. It was also my first look at the incision (via cell phone
picture) and time to pick a color for my new fiberglass legging.
Up Next: Casting Call (Achilles Tendon Rupture – Part 4)
Related Readings
(please note that hyperlinks
will not work until future blogs are posted):
Part 1 - My Achilles Heel - Achilles Tendon Rupture
Part 2 - To Cut or Not To Cut? Not Even a Question!
Part 3 - Sew Happy Together
Part 4 - Casting
Call
Part 5 - The
Process of Getting a Handicapped Parking Permit
Part 6 - The
Orthopedic Boot(y) Call
Part 7 - I'm
Going to Rehab
Part 8 - Preparing for the Breast Cancer Run
Part 9 - Results from the Breast Cancer Run
Resources:
http://www.mayoclinic.com/print/achilles-tendon-rupture/DS00160/DSECTION=all&METHOD=print
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achilles_tendon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orthotics
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achilles_tendon_rupture
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