About a month ago my boyfriend broke his ankle while playing soccer. We didn’t realize this would change our life , relationship and friendship. E has never been through a traumatic experience, and it was hard to see him struggle. When we got to the hospital we both assumed he sprained his ankle but seeing how fast his ankle swelled , we both felt terrified and anxious waiting for the diagnosis.
E couldn’t walk on his own and had to be wheeled from our car to the hospital entrance. After registration E was pushed through double doors and I hurried behind him afraid of what would come next. We were taken to an empty hospital bed and were told to wait for the PA (physician assistant) on called. We tried to get settled and keep our mind off negative thoughts as we waited quietly.
We heard footsteps , and hush voices but no PA in sight. To make time pass we turned on the tv, E’s favorite football team the Eagles were playing against the Vikings. About thirty minutes later a nurse walks in and asked E to explain what happened and writes it on her note pad while examining E’s swollen ankle, she later explains an XRAY would have to be done to know if there were any fractures.
Later walks in John Brown the attendee, (for privacy issues I’ve changed our PA’s name.) Mr. Brown later asked E to explain what happened to his ankle for a better understanding. Mr. Brown leaves and calls for a radiology tech to come and take E for an XRAY. I kissed E and told him not to worry I will be right here when he returns. Patiently waiting I reached for my phone and called E’s mom to keep her updated.
E returns and after the nurse walks in casually to inform us E has a broken his ankle and would need to see a specialist in the next couple of days. We asked if we can speak to Mr. Brown to have a better understanding and to have our questions and concerns answered. We wait for Mr. Brown to step in our room, a few minutes passed and he tells us what our nurse told us, that E had a clean fracture on his right ankle and he would not need surgery, oh so we thought.
About three days later we saw a foot specialist only for the doctor to confirm our worst fears , E would need surgery and will need a plate and three screws. Not only did we get a wrong diagnostic, but our hope of a speedy recovery was thrown out the window. On my next post I will speak about the struggles and pain we had to endure during this process. Thank you for taking the time to read and joining us on this journey.
Xo Cece & E