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Update on the Ankle
Apr. 6th, 2005 06:38 pmBecause I know you're dying to know. So I truck through a lovely ligthning storm for my 730 AM appointment. I tell the PT what the ultrasound did. His eyes get big and he says "You realize this means that ankle is probably broken."
"Yes I do."
He sends me on my way without touching it. After going to Wal-Mart (good thing about early morning shopping, no one else is there) and the coffee house, desperately trying to wake up, I kill time until I know the orthopedic surgeon is open. My thought being I have an appt on the 18th. If I go for an MRI now, we'l have it on hand by then. He's not there. He won't be until monday. Now his assistant COULD send me but we decide the insurance might not like that and he might opt for a bone scan or CAT scan instead. Argh.
"Yes I do."
He sends me on my way without touching it. After going to Wal-Mart (good thing about early morning shopping, no one else is there) and the coffee house, desperately trying to wake up, I kill time until I know the orthopedic surgeon is open. My thought being I have an appt on the 18th. If I go for an MRI now, we'l have it on hand by then. He's not there. He won't be until monday. Now his assistant COULD send me but we decide the insurance might not like that and he might opt for a bone scan or CAT scan instead. Argh.
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