So we were seen and they took an x-ray and told us that it looks to be ruptured, but that we'll have to get into an orthopaedic on Friday to determine treatment. They put him in an ortho-glass splint, gave us a prescription, and sent us on our way. The next morning I called to see where we could get in. The only place was in Sandy at Alta View Hospital. We took our kids down to my mom & dad's and went over there. When we arrived the girl asked us if our insurance was accepted there. I had assumed the lady that set us up would have our info so I didn't even think to look myself. Found out we weren't covered. So, the lady who helped us that morning and set up the appointment actually worked in that office so she came out and profusely apologized. They were missing a part of our info and that was the difference between being covered and not. So she helped us call every single orthopaedic surgeon from Sandy to Ogden. NO one could see us. I finally got the University of Utah to squeeze us in on Monday afternoon. They were already over-booked by 20 patients that day. So we had to wait all weekend to even know what our prognosis was going to be.
Monday we had our appointment and the doctor didn't even need to take an x-ray and knew he needed surgery. It was crazy when he had Brandt lay on his stomach and bend his knees. Just looking at the feet you could see how one foot was held up and the other one just flopped. Nothing attaching it to hold the foot slightly up. He also squeezed the calf muscles and the one foot would jiggle up and down. On the injured foot, nothing.
Thursday came and we went to the office and Brandt got put under.
Surprisingly, Brandt was never in too much pain. He complained the morning after surgery and decided to take some pain meds then. I can't even imagine how painful it really would have been had he not had that nerve blocker. We had crutches and he could get around with them but had to stay down for 2 weeks (plus the 1 week before he even had surgery). Brandt is not one to sit still so it was pretty painful for him to not be able to do anything and to have to have me do everything for him. At first I thought, "One more kid, no big deal." But I was surprised. I was wiped out. So tired. It was a change to our routine. I actually liked having him around. Didn't like the small paychecks, but guess you can't have everything, right?
After 2 weeks we went back and they took off his bandages and removed his stitches. They put on some tape to keep the cut closed up and put him in a hard cast with the toe pointed down so that there was no pull on the Achilles.
No good picture of cast. I think my mom does but this is the best I had.
And the beloved crutches.
Throughout this whole thing we've been trying to find the "reason" for this trial. I think it's been nice to have him home a bit more and for him to spend some time with his kids. It's been good for us to "tighten the belt" and live on less money in preparation for the overtime at his work that seems to be going away. I don't know. We're still looking for that "ah-ha" moment when it all makes perfect sense. In the meantime, we're just taking it one day at a time.