Ahhhh, the radioactive bone scan.
I watched my feet glow today.
You know in Willie Wonka when Mike TeeVee sails across the room in a zillion bits before re-forming into his teeny tiny self inside the tv set? Well, watching my legs and feet on the bone scan, I kept expecting them to sail across the room at any second! The dancing atom-looking bits loosely formed into (and out of!) the shape of the lower part of my legs and my feet.
Except, in the outer-center part of the top of my feet, I glowed white. I tilted my head sideways and said to the technician, "Funny how the glowing part is where it hurts." He said he couldn't hide anything from me.
In fact, he and I had already had a drawn-out discussion about the pros and cons of voting for McCain or Obama. He, a Wiccan, was voting for McCain, telling me that the abortion issue "didn't affect him," so he really didn't care what Palin had to offer in that arena. Because I wanted to know the results of my test before seeing the doctor in 2 weeks, I breathed slowly and smiled, having a civil conversation with him - a forty-five minute discussion. Damn, I'm a good actress.
So, in a roundabout way, the odd-Republican tech (who was covered in tattoos) "told" me that my 5th metatarsal is fractured on my left foot. He thought my right foot had a fracture in it, too, but it turns out to just be some pretty good arthritis. (Did I say "just"?)
When the doctor called later, he confirmed the fracture that is threatening to break and the arthritis in both feet. (I remember my Nana always wore her orthotic shoes from the moment she woke up until she went to bed. I never saw her without her funky old lady shoes on. Is that me now?)
Listen to this. Vain me with calves the size of tree trunks has to go get fitted for a removable cast tomorrow morning. The doctor told me the ONLY time I could take it off is in the shower. I emailed him to ask if I could still please please please go swimming once a day - that I'd consider that my shower if he wanted me to. No word yet. He did threaten me with a real cast if I wasn't compliant or if the removable one didn't help my foot as much as it should.
Looks like I'm going to be wearing Star Wars footwear through to the New Year. Yippee.