Boy can I ever relate to that! Not a foot injury per se, but a tear/sprain of the LCL on my right knee. It's been months since the injury, and I *STILL* limp, even on flat, level ground.
"Doctor" Jill is as full of crap as Pedo Joe's diapers.
I fell on my foot and twisted my ankle 2-1/2 years ago. I still limp and sometimes still use a cane. I went to two podiatrists before giving up on them and went to an Orthopedic Specialist in Knoxville. She has me moving on the right track but said it will be slow and I might always limp. Because of the two quack podiatrists, the tendons that were damaged healed but healed too tight. I have nerve damage from the tightness that should get better with physical therapy according to the nerve conduction test she ordered. I also developed some arthritis.
I might always limp, especially if the atrophied leg doesn’t get stronger. Joe’s a lot older than me and age makes healing slower.
Boy can I ever relate to that! Not a foot injury per se, but a tear/sprain of the LCL on my right knee. It’s been months since the injury, and I *STILL* limp, even on flat, level ground.
Took about 4 months to recover fully. But I was young then. Never went to doctor (mistrusted them even back then, and I was tough and still am), but looked up on a sports medicine site to see which tendon was likely torn (the one on the outside, I forget the name now!) I just iced it a lot at first, and kept it elevated, later wore an ace bandage; when I went out I used crutches for a couple weeks, and then a cane for the months that followed. Finished the painting job while I was still limping; LOL. It was for an elderly relative.
It has not bothered me since.
Yesterday before I had a chance to reply to your post, I was helping husband move his inversion table, and he was trying to unlock the leg extension part. All of a sudden, it released, and came shooting straight down about 15 inches to the floor, like a falling hammer. Well, it didn’t hit the floor because two toes on my right foot were right in its way, Aaargh! I howled. Hurt like hell. He ran to get ice, and I said it would be a miracle if my toes weren’t broken. Well, miracles happen. I was walking around an hour later, and have nothing to show for it but some light bruising. Unreal!