6 weeks done!

I was such a good girl for the past 6 weeks with my non weight bearing treatment for my ankle.  I purchased three scooters - a bit overkill, I know, but well worth it.  One for downstairs, one for upstairs.  The scooters are too heavy to carry up and down and flying solo as much as I do, I physically can't do it alone.  I do the 'boot scoot boogie' up and down my stairs on my bum.  The third scooter was for my car - again, the cadillac scooter I mainly used was too heavy for me to lift up and down by myself, so I got a light weight scooter to get in and out of the trunk while I'm out.

I have to say that I am a HUGE fan of these knee scooters and highly recommend them.  The crutches are a pain to deal with and maneuver, and this is a welcome rest to the sore wrists and pits.  My only problem is my knee.  I have a Cinderella knee from being on it all the time and my leg has atrophied by almost 3 inches!!  I look very similar to this... remember this commercial???

So, I was all pumped to get the MRI findings from my Dr today and was handed 2 huge helpings of bad news.  First off, the MRI showed ZERO improvement.  Nothing, nada - exactly the same.  *sigh*  That alone knocked the wind out of me.  To think that all that work that I had done for the past 6 weeks was for nothing.  I mentioned I was a good girl, but I mean it.  I'm confident in knowing I gave it 100% effort!  So that alone sent me on my spiral downward and I wasn't quite prepared for the next bit of news.

My Doc was leaving the practice and moving to a new place where my insurance wasn't accepted.  So this man I grew to trust and had complete confidence in to cut me open and break my bones was now no longer my surgeon.  I have to find someone new who I don't have that history with.  

Additional problems are that this lack of physical activity has obviously impeded my weight loss efforts and I'm up about 7 lbs.  One thing I've learned about myself is that my moods definitely coincide with that serotonin high you get from a quick jog, so a bit of depression has started to set in.  Today's popping of my balloon of hope didn't help matters.

So, what happens from here?  I search for a new doc and explore my options.  But I definitely know that surgery is on the menu coming up soon...