Just over two years ago, I fell and broke my ankle in three places. I was at a vulnerable point in my life and transitioning back into the workplace. Things were going good. Then I fell. Because of all the other traumas in my life, this became ingrained into my psyche and I have flashes of it all the time. The ambulance that came to pick me up off the ground turns into the ambulance that took my father's body away after I found him having completed suicide when I was 14. The lighting was similar. The lights and sirens were the same.....
They took me up to St. Mary's in Rochester (Mayo Clinic) because they didn't think anyone else was going to be able to handle it. I was in the hospital for a week and had surgery that will allow me to stand and walk the rest of my life. After three months in bed with my foot up, I was cleared to go back to work.
Recently, I have been feeling the metal in my right ankle and my left ankle has been very sore and the tissue kind of mushy. So, back to the doctor who gave me a cortozone injection into the joint capsule. Not a pleasant experience. We may have to do surgery on both ankles to get the ligaments where they should be.
On top of all of it, I have a lawyer that is pressing me to fill out a bunch of paperwork that will be part of a law suit against the owner of the property where I fell. It triggers everything. I have a 30,000 ankle and I feel paralized to do the things that will help me.