Neither snow nor ice nor 10-degree temps could dampen our enthusiasm for our February visit to NYC.
But five little words took us down faster than the stock market plunge back in ’08.
Said the CE the morning after our arrival: “Something’s wrong with my foot.”
No, now it’s the OTHER foot. Same song, different verse. Or in the words of the iconic Dorothy Parker, WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS?!!!
As it turns out, the CE’s Achilles heel is his posterior tibialis tendon. His ankles have always been weak; growing up in Minnesota, he was the only kid on the block who didn’t ice-skate. Lots and lots of ankle sprains through the decades. When he started running 30-40 miles a week back in the late ’70’s, “orthotics” was not yet a buzz word. Unbenknownst to the CE, he literally ran his feet flat and in the March of 2010, the posterior tibialis tendon in his right foot rolled up like a cheap window shade.
“It’s just a sprain”, he insisted, limping around on a bum foot.
“Uh, don’t sprains heal after three months?” I asked sometime in June.
Under the you-don’t-know-what-you’ve-got-till-it’s-gone category, the posterior tibialis is one of the most important tendons in the leg. Take a moment to thank your posterior tibialis every time you raise your foot to step forward. The total flexing capacity of a healthy PTT is only three quarters of an inch, but is is very, very important three quarters of an inch.
When the ignore-it-and-it-will-go-away method didn’t work, the CE found his way to Dr. Richard Ferkel who told him that his rupture was one of the worst he had ever seen, and he has seen a lot of them. The surgery took twice as long as was expected and the rehab and post-rehab has been long and arduous. The foot is still not 100%, but recent PT to increase strength and flexibility has been helpful.
So when we arrived NYC three weeks ago and the CE pointed to the swelling in his other foot, I knew we were cooked. Since I operate at about 20% capacity with my own confounded neuromuscular issues, most everything falls to the CE, and after decades of figurative and literal “heavy lifting” combined with a probable genetic tendinous fragility, the CE’s posterior tibialis has gone on strike and screeched our hobbling little lives to a complete halt.
An x-ray earlier this week upon our return to CA suggested that the tendon is not yet ruptured, but close to it. So the CE is back in a boot. With crutches. For at least a month and probably two. Complete immobilization of the foot in the hopes that the tendon will heal. Ice. Anti-inflammatories. Patience. And lots of prayer. Yours will be gratefully appreciated!
I know, I know, this too shall pass…