When last we met, I was expounding on the ordeal I have been going through with My Left Foot.

So I went to physical therapy, even though the orthopedic doctor could not figure out specifically what was wrong with my foot and ankle.

I’ll just say this…Pain. Swelling – more than what I went to the doctor with. Something was definitely up, and it was really getting me down. Seriously. I think I may have been in a mild depression, not knowing what was going on. And so I decided to go to an actual sports medicine doctor.

The practice I chose to visit is one we took our son to many years ago. The doctor there diagnosed him as having stress fractures in his legs, and actually found them with an MRI, when other doctors just attributed his problems to “growing pains.”

Within the first five minutes with Dr. Dave, a P.A. at the practice, my wife and I realized we were finally with someone who knew their stuff.  He did a couple of things with my foot, really spent time on the area of localized pain, and declared that I had an “unhappy foot”. He said he could see a lot of damage to the tendons, but needed to do an MRI to see what else was wrong.

And what did the MRI show?  A trans-lateral break of my fibula which, by most reckoning, I had been walking around with for about two months. The doc said the bone looks like someone sawed straight through it. (I don’t remember that happening, although I did see a horror movie once where a guy had to do that to his own leg in order to escape a room. But I digress.)  Additionally, he said I have peroneal tendon dysfunction, tendonitus, and a chronically torn ligament. But before we could deal with those issues, my fibula had to heal.

That was a month ago. He put me in a knee-length hard cast for a month, but when I returned to his office to remove it, the pain above my ankle was still there, not quite as bad, but enough that I almost raised off the examining table when he touched it.

Apparently, in addition to being broken, my fibula has a “non-union” break, which means the broken edges of the bone are too far apart to heal properly. The result: I am back in a cast for six more weeks, as we wait for a three-month window from  the MRI diagnosis to start an electro-stimulus therapy to encourage the bone edges to grow back together. And again, we cannot even begin the physical therapy for the other problems until the bone is healed.

So that is the saga of My Left Foot so far.  We’ll see what happens next.