It’s been a stressful few days… I got a call from my husband last Tuesday afternoon saying he’d just had an accident at work and he thought he might have broken his ankle. He works close to home, so I went straight down there to see him. The ambulance crew arrived shortly afterwards, and gave him some pain relief before taking off his shoe to assess the damage, and it was quite clear from the weird angle that it wasn’t his ankle that was broken, but that something was seriously awry with his actual foot.
At Accident & Emergency he was X-rayed to assess the full extent of the damage, and an orthopaedic surgeon explained that he has a Lisfranc fracture-dislocation, where the entire row of tarsal-metatarsal joints across the mid-foot section have dislocated and effectively shunted across sideways within the skin. One of the middle bones has also been fractured.
She explained that this couldn’t be easily fixed in A&E, and would have to be manipulated and pinned back into place under general anaesthetic. One protective back-slab plaster-cast, several more X-rays and a CT scan later, he was admitted to the ward that evening, knowing that he would be having surgery first thing in the morning.
Luckily all went well with the procedure, and after spending another couple of nights in hospital he was discharged home complete with two permanent screws and three temporary wires in his newly-mended foot, a new back-slab plaster cast and a set of crutches, and with strict instructions to remain strictly non-weight-bearing for the next 8 weeks.
And now the fun begins… we live in a split-level first-floor flat, with 12 steps from ground level to the kitchen and living room on the first floor and a further 7 steps up to the bathroom and bedroom. We have a very small bathroom, with little room for manoeuvre at the best of times, never mind with a plaster cast and two crutches, and our shower unit is over the full-size bathtub, but to my relief we’re manage surprisingly well – where there’s a will, there’s a way!
I’m just glad to have got him home in one piece, it could have been so much worse, and his foot will heal, in time. But the prospect of the next couple of months standing and walking only on one foot and a pair of elbow crutches is a surprisingly tough challenge to contemplate for someone who is normally fit and healthy and constantly active. So we’ll just have to take it all one step at a time, take on each challenge as we find it, and be grateful that it wasn’t any worse… 🙂