I am the classic story of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. December 17 I decided to meet friends at a bar I would never normally go to. 10 minutes after getting there, I was completely blindsided my two huge men fighting- they trampled me down in a second. I am a 6 foot tall, blonde girl- I really don't know how you miss seeing me, but they obviously had other priorities on their mind then my wellbeing. Went to the emergency room, had an Xray done that they concluded showed no fracture, and sent me on my way with a sprain. Told me I should be walking in two weeks. I prayed so, considering the fact that I was supposed to start 2 months of airline training in only three weeks. Well, I still couldn't walk by the time flight attendant training came around, so I had push it back a month. I went back to the doctor, he said, yep you are just sprained- you don't need an MRI or anything else. In fact- the best thing you can do is start using it, its going to hurt, but it's what you have to do. So I went off to training. I don't know how I made it through two months of training, but I did very painfully. Something was not right. My ankle would be swollen by the end of the every day, and I had self diagnosed my self with plantar fasciitis in my heel area for the intense pain i felt walking.
I start working in the air hoping and praying that my time in between trips would be enough to finally heal whatever was going on. I even started going to physical therapy, even though they had absolutely no idea what to do with me. Finally my PT encouraged me to go back and see the doctor. I did, and he gave it a physical look, did some feeling and resistance and orders an MRI. What a mess that was. After describing the MRI findings, he adds in cooly at the end, "oh and you've been fractured this entire time. We need to schedule you a CT scan." On top of all the ligament and tendon damage, I was walking around on fractured ankle/foot for five months. He refers me to surgeon and said he is no longer qualified to help me.
I just met with the surgeon yesterday to find out I have severe rapid arthritis in my right ankle joint. It was crazy to see the holes on the CT scan, it actually made me sick to my stomach. I used to be a runner before this, I used to love just going on long walks. I'm 6 foot tall, but I will still wear heals any chance I get. I'm afraid after this fusion surgery I will never be the same. I know if I didnt get the surgery, my condition would just get worse. But possibly the most depressing part of this entire thing is- I will be out of work for 6 months. That's the minimum recovery time my surgeon gave me. It's unbelievable especially because I just started this new amazing job. Any advice would be great from anyone who has had this procedure done. I am only 25, I feel like my body failed me so young.