My Leg and the Linville Gorge, part 2

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My Leg and the Linville Gorge, part 2
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If you’re reading this, then it’s only been a few minutes from Part 1 to Part 2. It’s been four long months for me. Let’s start where My Leg and the Linville Gorge, part 1 left off.

November 2018

If you remember, the doctors affixed me with something called an external fixation. While effective, this thing was like a medieval torture device. I lived on the couch. I had to use a walker because my right foot was so sprained that I couldn’t move it. I stabilized myself over the walker and awkwardly pushed on the ground with my right foot until I skidded forward a few inches. It was slow, grueling work.

Did you ever hit a rock with an aluminum bat when you were a kid? It turns your arm into a tuning fork. That’s a mistake you make exactly once.

Imagine that tuning fork is screwed directly into your bones. Now imagine pinging that tuning fork on the base of your porcelain toilet when you go to pee. It’s an awful feeling and it happened all the time as I awkwardly inch-wormed my way into the bathroom.

Because of the way the brace formed a triangle, I was forced to lay in the same position for weeks. This is what my leg looked like just before the fixation came out. Still, it’s better to have a bruised leg than no leg at all.

After that, I had another surgery in Greenville, SC, where they removed the external fixation and installed and internal fixation. The surgeons used two plates and ten screws to correct my tibia and fibula breaks. I was in a soft cast for weeks more.

I work in digital marketing, so my job is 99% browser-based. I can work anywhere I have an internet connection. I was told not to try to come into the office while I had metal bars and screws sticking out of my skin. After that, they told me to come in only if I felt like it wouldn’t set my recovery back.

A few days after getting the soft cast, I went back to the office and pretty much resumed living a normal life as best as I could. I even hosted a Friendsgiving and had people over to watch the Iron Bowl and feast on gumbo.

By this point, my right foot had gained enough flexibility to ditch the walker and switch to crutches. It still hurt with every step, but it was worth the pain to have better mobility.

December 2018

Eventually, the sutures from the internal fixation surgery needed to come out. I went to the doctor’s office and they cut off the cast, removed the sutures, and X-rayed my leg. This was the first look I got at my plates and screws. If you want to see what the X-rays and sutures from the internal fixation look like, then click the link below.

WARNING: The following photo is fairly graphic, so you have to click on it to open it in a new window. If you don’t like seeing trauma, scroll down. Click here to see the aftermath of my leg surgery.

Fortunately, I was granted a removable boot rather than a hard cast. That meant I could take it off to shower and sleep and let the air start to heal the wounds.

This is a little off-topic, but I had met my insurance deductible after my leg surgeries. So I thought, “I’m basically immobile, I’m already in pain, and I’m more or less off the hook for medical bills in 2018. Why don’t I get my hernia looked at?”

I went to another doctor and he informed me that I had two umbilical hernias that involved an out-of-position nerve. That explained the discomfort when I exercised or ate too much. They scheduled my surgery before the end of December. I went back to the hospital yet again and they sewed a rectangular piece of PVC into the back of my abdominal muscles.

The pain was severe. I remember shaking my head and thinking, “someday, this will seem like it was a good idea.”

Trying to carry your body weight on crutches with what feels like fishing line woven through your abs is very, very difficult. Every time I coughed or laughed or tried to sit up, I understood what Caesar must have felt like as he lay dying on the *Senate floor.

*According to the book, SPQR: A History of Ancient Rome, Caesar didn’t die in the Senate. But it was good enough for Shakespeare and it’s good enough for me.

Every day, the pain lessened. By the time Christmas rolled around, I endured a car ride across the southeast to visit family. I was in discomfort in my leg, foot, and torso, but it wasn’t that bad in relation to everything I’d been through.

January 2019

Not much changed in January. Eventually, my abdominal pain went away completely. I really had to contort myself to even feel the stitches.

I got more X-rays on my leg. I was hopeful that I’d be able to start putting weight on it and was crestfallen when the doctor nonchalantly remarked, “It’s looking pretty good. Come back in another month for more X-rays.”

I went to work, I ran errands, I cleaned the house, and everything else that healthy people do. Life doesn’t slow down. I even started going to the gym a couple of times a week to do some upper body exercises. But I had to walk a thin line between getting a good workout and working out so hard that I couldn’t use my crutches to get back to my car.

And I shamelessly used my injury to secure roomy, wheelchair-accessible seats for a star-studded Willie Nelson Tribute concert in Nashville. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

February 2019

I went back for X-rays and got a mixed bag of news. The bone didn’t heal much from January to February. I’d been taking my calcium pills twice per day, but the fractures weren’t filling in. The doctor told me that the bone needed to be stressed in order for the brain to start knitting it further together. I was told to put 25% of my body weight on my injured leg for the next two weeks, and then up it to 50% until March when we’d X-ray it again.

Do you know how awkward it is to put 25% of your body weight on one leg when walking with crutches? It’s about as unnatural as the triple jump. How much does a leg weigh on its own? How much pressure should I add to get to 25%? Moving to 50% weight made much more sense. I could actually stand on both legs.

Another thing the doctor said bothered me. He mentioned that part of his job simply involves waiting to see what happens and then reacting. He casually remarked, “there’s a chance the tibia fracture could skid. In that case, we’ll have to open your leg back up and perform a bone graft.”

My eyebrows climbed up my forehead. My eyes must have grown to the size of silver dollars.

I had talked so big about how I was going to crush physical therapy and get my leg back in shape in time for my annual fall backpacking trip, but this really scared me. I was never planning to be reckless with my post-injury exercise, but I did want to challenge myself. Now all I wanted to do was give the bones time to heal properly—even if that meant staying on crutches through the spring.

March 2019

I went back to the doctor and finally got to sit down with the surgeon who installed my internal fixation. The man is pressed for time, so I almost felt bad when he got up to leave the room multiple times and my questions made him sit back down. He told me I could start walking again, but I would need to stay in the boot for another six weeks. Fine by me. I also ran a hypothetical by him.

I said, “I work better with a deadline. That would give my rehab a beginning and a middle and an end. Let’s imagine I’m planning a backpacking trip for late August. Would that be possible given my situation and my recovery time?”

He said, “by backpacking trip, you don’t mean 100 miles or something like that, do you?”

I tossed my head from side to side and replied, “well, what in have in mind is 173 miles—but most of the trail is mountain-bike-rated so it’s a pretty flat and sandy pathway.”

He gave me a long stare and then assured me that my fracture would be completely healed within three months and the only concern would be discomfort and pain. I couldn’t hurt it any worse. So now I’m planning to hike the Tahoe Rim Trail in California/Nevada in fall 2019.

Let the walking commence!

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  1. David L Terrie


    That was one gnarly injury. Sorry for the pain. I’m familiar with it. I had knee replacement surgery on 12/4/18. The first 5-6 weeks were brutal. Three months out now from surgery and planning to hike the Big SEKI Loop this fall. I go solo, but carry an InReach. Good luck with the TRT. It’s good to have goals.

    • Chad Chandler

      Thanks, David. Best of luck with your hike!

      I’m going to lose a little weight in March and April and then spend the rest of spring and summer bulking with protein powder breakfasts. I’m hoping to get my muscles, agility, and confidence (I don’t trust my left ankle at all) back to where they were before the accident.

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