Well, two weeks later I could no longer put any pressure on my foot at all and I the swelling and pain was about 5 times worse than my previous visit. Little did I know that this was the beginning of the longest 10 years of my life.
My journey from a scared, broken, ashamed girl to the proud woman I am today.
If you are pregnant and scared, or if you have chosen adoption for your child, of if you just need someone to talk to, who has been where you are now, please feel free to contact me.
RMuellerWhite@yahoo.com
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Dr. E.
I got an appointment with my favorite orthopedic surgeon, whom I have known for a "million" years and was able to see him the following day. I limped in favoring my ankle and told him what had happened. He shot films of my foot and ankle and told me that there were no fractures, just a deep bone bruise and that I should be back to work in two weeks. "Two weeks?" "I'll be back in a week."
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