We stopped by the Botanical Gardens on the way back home. It's closer to Newie than home, so it seemed like a good plan. Unfortunately, there wasn't much blooming because it's Autumn. But Nathan had been anxious to show us the third place he went on his school excursion. He was really excited to show us what he had seen, especially the Cactus garden. Bri and I were kind of whingeing to each other about walking around a garden not in bloom when we saw something in the field next to the garden.
|Wallabies through the bush|
I have no idea what any of those were, but they're pretty!
On Monday I went back to the doctor for my ankle. Several of you know that I hurt my ankle during our visit to the US for Christmas. It was incredibly stupid - I was trying on pajama pants at a store when my foot got caught in the fabric. I pulled the pants and pushed my foot through at the same moment. Bad plan, because my foot shot through, I lost my balance and consequently smacked the outside of my right foot on the bench in the room. It hurt and I assumed it was just bruised until two days later I looked down and realized my foot was so swollen that I couldn't see my ankle bone. Because we're living in Australia, I have no primary care physician in the US and I had to go to Urgent Care. I had an X-ray and was told I just had a bad bone contusion and that the pain would last for a few weeks. Made sense to me and we were off to Oz a few days later. My ankle hurt for about that length of time, but I could never understand why the ligaments hurt. I just assumed I had pulled those as well. The pain went away and I resumed normal activities.
Fast forward to about 6 weeks ago. We had been out walking a fair amount and by the time we got home my ankle was throbbing in the exact same spot. I figured I had just overdone it and babied my foot for awhile. The pain went away in a day or two. Brian suggested I go get it checked out again, but I convinced him it was ok. However, after the third time I decided he was right. So off I went on Monday afternoon.
The doctor listened to me and sent me off for X-rays. He thought I had either torn my Collateral ligaments or injured the joint somehow. I had my X-rays taken that afternoon and brought them back to the office. He looked at them and because my joint was stable he ruled out the ligament problem, which I was happy about because that would have probably meant surgery. He ordered a bone scan for the next morning. Off I went for a day of fun in Newcastle again! After being made radioactive and lying still for awhile, I was given my film and headed back to the doctor.
When I walked into his office, he was opening up the envelope with my film. He pulled out the film and immediately said "Oh, sh*t. I'm so sorry." All I could tell was that my ankle was a pretty purple shade. Apparently I now have Post Traumatic Arthritis in my ankle and the only way to deal with it is to lose weight. I explained my experience with that from four years ago, which is basically I worked really hard on my diet and exercise and had great results - until I didn't and began to gain some weight back even though I was eating really boring food and working out hard 3-4 days a week. His solution was to put me on a no sugar diet. Before my dietitian family member freak out, it's for a short time to drop weight quickly! I will soon go on to a low GI diet, so there will be carbs sometime in my future. I promise I won't be stupid!
I came home pretty bummed about that - and frankly I still am. My doctor kept telling me how sorry he was I hadn't been properly diagnosed. He thought if he would've treated my ankle to begin with I wouldn't be having pain now. Bummer, but it is what it is and I'm coping.
|I loved the little girl proudly waving her flag|