Yesterday I had my first and last visit with the podiatrist who came highly recommended from a good friend of mine. My foot and leg felt surprisingly good during my 5K, but the next morning was ROUGH and I was happy to have an appointment all set up to see if I could finally get some answers as to why this keeps happening. I love my friend dearly and will continue to trust her judgement on other things, but let’s just say that I would rather chew on broken glass than give this guy another penny of my money.
Here’s a little recap. From here on out the podiatrist will be referred to as Dr. Awful. That is not his real name, but it would be hilarious and appropriate if it was.
I arrived to the office the requested 10 minutes early. The staff was courteous and efficient so I was momentarily fooled into thinking that this would be a pleasant experience. I was taken back to an exam room and asked about a billion questions by a friendly medical assistant. Near the end of her interview, Dr. Awful walked in.
I hated him immediately.
I know that sounds terrible and I feel a little terrible saying it, but it was like I got the WORST VIBE from him the moment I laid eyes on him. He didn’t even need to open his mouth. When he did open his mouth it got miles worse. Dr. Awful lacked anything even remotely resembling a bedside manner. He asked me a few questions about what happened and moved my foot around a lot. Nothing he was doing was causing me any pain, but occasionally there would be a dull ache that I would point out. More questions. More moving my foot. He then looked at me and told me that it my peroneal tendon was dislocated and that I was going to have to have surgery.
Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
He might as well have delivered a surprise roundhouse kick directly in my face.
Then things shifted from horrible to really, really weird. Dr. Awful started talking about how maybe I wouldn’t need surgery right away and that I could try taping my tendon in place. (You can do that? Like with duct tape?) Then he started talking about giving me a cortisone shot on the side of my foot that doesn’t hurt to use as a diagnostic. (For what??) Then something about orthotics. (Huh?) Then he wanted me to have an X-ray and maybe an MRI, but did I want the cortisone shot or not?
He was switching gears so fast I felt like I was getting whiplash. All I know is that I was reeling from being told I needed surgery for some rare tendon injury that mostly happens to people who downhill ski and mountain climb and then suddenly we were talking about shoe inserts instead and then hey let’s do an X-ray and do you want me to inject a powerful steroid into a random area of your foot first even though we have no idea what’s wrong?
I opted for the X-ray and declined discussing any kind of shots until we looked at those results. Because WTF?
So he left and when he did the room instantly felt less evil. The assistant gave me some fabulous brown paper sandals that totally clashed with my outfit and took three X-rays of my ankle. A short time later she returned to the room with them and said that Dr. Awful would be back shortly to go over the results. She took my blood pressure and it was high. Probably because I was anticipating having to be in the same room with that guy again.
Dr. Awful barely looked at me when he came back in and told me that he didn’t expect to see anything on the X-rays so like…why did I just get these X-rays? He looked at them. He went back and forth between two of the films for a long time and I started to get really nervous. Then he announced I needed an MRI and that I wouldn’t need any shots today and started looking like he was about to walk right out of the room. As in he wasn’t even going to tell me what made him get so weird while looking at the X-rays. I literally had to ask him myself.
Apparently something looked a little off with a bone in my ankle.
But it was probably just my fibula. No big deal. Here’s a sheet of phone numbers of places you can call for an MRI. I’ll call with the results. Now get out of my office.
Obviously he didn’t say that to me, but the tone pretty much implied it.
I checked out with the friendly receptionist feeling confused and sick to my stomach, like I had just gotten off a really violent roller coaster. As I was driving back to work I made a realization…my chiro Dr. D may not be a podiatrist, but you’d think with all the messing around of my foot that he’s done in the past few weeks he would have told me if my tendons were snapping around the outside of my ankle bone. There is definitely something that moves over the bone if you feel right there, but there is also something that moves over the bone on my left foot too if I move it a certain way. I have really bony, veiny, and obviously very attractive feet. Maybe it was just a vein or something. Who knows.
I sure don’t because I paid a $20 copay to be told absolutely nothing of any value.
I am going to get an MRI, but I’m not using Dr. Awful’s referral to get it because I don’t want him receiving the results. Next Tuesday I’m seeing a different doctor at a different practice and hopefully I’ll get some more clarity then. Until then lots of stretching, ibuprofen, and ice. I did all those things last night and today nothing feels particularly dislocated.
On to something happier now which is the winner of my Shwings giveaway!
Thank you so much to Shwings for working with me on this fun review and giveaway. I am in love with mine and got lots of compliments on them at my race on Sunday! And thank you to everyone who entered! You all have great taste in shoe wings.
The winner of the giveaway is:
Congrats, Laurel, and thank you for tweeting! I will be emailing you in a bit to coordinate your prize.
I hope everyone has a very happy Tuesday and that you all didn’t drink too much green beer last night!