I went to my doctor's appointment Friday for the "needling". The husband couldn't get out of work so I went alone. It's never good when the doctor walks in, looks around the room, even behind the door and says, "You didn't bring any support?" Uh, no.
So I lay on my tummy and they get my leg all prepped. They rub lidocaine from my heel up to mid-calf. Guess that's suppose to help with the initial injection. Then they use an ultrasound machine to pin point the tendon. It gets fun from that point on. The doctor inserts a needle with deadenin' stuff directly into the tendon. That was the worst part. Once he gets the tendon numb, he starts poking the needle into it.
After about 20 minutes or so, it's all over. He said he stuck the tendon over 100 times! Since the tendon has intentionally broke down, the risk of rupture is much higher so he put me in a walking boot for two weeks! I didn't know about this part.
As the guy was fittin' it on me, I advised him that it was not going to be very conducive to feeding bulls that evening. So he gave me the cleaning instructions!
I called the husband to let him know I lived thru the procedure and told him about the boot. His first reaction, "What! Did you tell them we had to work cattle this week!" Ahhh, yes, I knew he would be upset about his only ranch hand being handicapped. Just so happens that this next week we both took vacation to work around here. Looks like I'm gonna be washin' this thing a lot!
I'll be seeing you RIP Johnny Handsome
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