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Surgeon told me to stop whining and go climbing

I saw Doctor Y. yesterday. He did my sons ACL knee surgery, my mother in laws hips, Fletches hip, and advised me on my knees 5 years ago. He told me that my ankle pain was related to the old fracture of my talus bone from 1982. It healed less than perfectly. He said there was nothing he could do surgically to improve my ability to climb. He gave me a cortisone shot and told me to get arch supports at a running store (Route 16 by the skate park), and some boots that support my ankle better.

“I could put you in a cast for 6 months, immobilize that entire leg. But when you came out of the cast your ankle would be trash. It needs to be used, so go climbing, do what you love, those endorphins are good for you. Nothing you do will make it worse than it is already.”

“What about ankle replacement surgery?” I asked.

“If you were an inactive 85 year old, I might think about it. But those devices are very fragile. Their popularity goes up and down quickly. They invent one, it works well for a few years, and then it fails. Fusing the ankle would severely limit your climbing as well. Forget about it.”

He showed me my x-rays and pointed out the difference between a normal ankle joint and mine. My joint healed crooked. I don’t have the normal smooth curve at the contact points between talus bone and tib/fib. He said I should expect it to hurt, but that it might improve with better, more supportive foot wear.

As he pointed out, it doesn’t hurt at all when I climb, it’s just the approach that gets me. Supportive shoes and or an ankle brace could help with the approach. I ordered a 200 pair of wide work boots online and I’ll go from there. If I can get some good boots to have as supportive a foot bed as my chacos, plus stabilize my ankle, things might be looking up!

 

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Sidelined by an old ankle injury

I climbed at Vantage last weekend. Everything went very well. I didn’t have to hang on anything, even George and Martha or the 10B that Ritchie recommended at Riverview collumns. But Monday I was limping…and it just got worse. Wednesday I saw my doctor who took x-rays. Friday she gave me the bad news. I’m not going into details here, but it’s not pretty. I’m using a cain, and have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon in a couple weeks.

We drove down and visited dad today. I looked through his old family albums and found some cool old photos of Sue, me and Lisa.

Lisa and her cousins doing up Ed's hair
Lisa and her cousins doing up Ed's hair

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Sue in 1979
Sue in 1979
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sue 1979 dishes
Dad at 88
Dad at 88

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wyatt the dog

Clint bought a blue heeler puppy. Lisa came over looking for some decoration for her knew apartment. I have 40 pounds of unsold paintings in a box. She prowled through them looking for something nice enough to frame. I was surprised at how good some of them were. In my mind they all sucked because the gallery hadn’t been able to sell them. But some I hadn’t even tried to sell, I’ve  lost interest in selling them…got too caught up in working as a college teacher, or climbing. The rains have started, New York flooded, time to start to walk away from climbing and take up winter hobbies. I’m going to miss climbing, I was just getting good…