So, last week I was hired to photograph a reception at a
local outdoor venue and as is my custom, I arrived early to photograph the
place settings, decorations, and any other interesting item that might be messed
up by the guests. Also, it documents the
items for the hosts so that they know what they paid for, as often they are
busy greeting guests and can’t see all the items and decorations which are at
their event.
As I approached a standup table and looked it over to get a
good angle and coverage, a laborer walked past me to another standup table and
dropped onto the ground a heavy metal umbrella stand with a discernible thud! I looked at him and thought, “next one he brings,
I’m going to photo him…” not for the party but for my portfolio!
I continued to look over the flower arrangement and made a couple
of snaps then decided to move around the table to my left for a different angle. As I quickly moved around the table, I was
suddenly met with a smashing pain in my left lower leg. I could only see stars, as I stumbled a
bit.
I quickly recovered and looked down at my pant leg which
seemed normal: no tear! Then I felt my leg, on fire with pain, but no
open wound was noted. I looked around to
find out what was the cause of this incident and there it was: an umbrella stand (without the
umbrella). The heavy metal base with the
pipe sticking up about 2 feet was there for me to stumble into. I continued to soldier on and finished the
assignment feeling the burn.
Over the course of the next couple days, the pain was really
noticeable, the leg swelled, and the ankle turned black and blue as the blood
from internal trauma collected at the lowest part of the leg. I resisted a doctor’s visit as knocking a shin
wasn’t something I hadn’t experienced in the past.
After putting it off for several days, I decided that I
would make my way to a “Doc-in-the-Box” which I had used in the past, since
they had an X-ray machine: it would save
me money and time, rather than going to the ER room at the hospital.
I arrived the next morning, second patient of the day to
have the leg looked at. That was a whole crazy experience: the lady attending to me whispered that it
was her 3rd day, and she was unfamiliar as to where everything
was. Anyway, the doctor checked me and
told me that shin injuries are routine, but he would take an X-ray.
While waiting for the results – did I mention what a fiasco
that was – I heard the doctor say, “Oh, oh…”
I peaked out of the room down the hall and watched him look at the
film. He turned and said, “I think you
have a broken leg…” He requested more
images and decided that he could see a fracture in my tibia. He told me to stay off the leg until the
weekend was over and he was referring me to an orthopedic doctor (I had one from
all my mountain bike crashes!). After
going through crutches at the office to figure out a set for me – did I mention
what a fiasco that was -- I was charged $50 bucks as “insurance won’t pay.”
Later in the afternoon, the doctor called and stated that
the radiologist had confirmed that the Xray showed a fracture of the mid-tibia
shaft.
Monday morning as the orthopedic office opened, I called the
receptionist: she had an opening an hour
later. The lady asked me to bring the x-rays
and the report. Of course, I didn’t have
one as they told me that they don’t provide a disc, but the doctor’s office
could get a link to the radiologist. The
receptionist said, no she couldn’t do it. So, I had to get a link, print out the report,
print the x-ray images and race to the new appointment. I hobbled into the car and drove myself to
the office.
Finally, the nurse looked at the leg, took vitals, and
worked with me to figure out a link to view the x-rays. After a bit, the Orthopedic doc, who knows
me well, came in, sat down, and looked at me. “Yes,” I thought. Finally, he shook his head… that wasn’t a reassuring
sign. It turns out it was a moment of
disgust, not of sympathy: “You don’t have a broken leg… there is nothing wrong
with your tibia,” he said in a matter-of-fact way.
Come in here, look… oh, you don’t need your crutches he told
me as he walked over to the viewing screen.
He showed me that there was no break in the cortical bone tissue. However, he noted that I had an old fracture
which had a significant calcium buildup which may have been misread as a piece
of bone.
“You remember this fracture, right?” Well, no I don’t. I broke an ankle or two but never a tibia, fibula,
or femur that I was aware. But there it
was on the x-ray; it went untreated in the past.
So, the upshot is: I
walked in a cripple and walked out healed (on paper). The shin still hurts, the leg is swollen, and
the radiologist misread the X-ray. I
own a brand new paid of crutches, slightly used.
Good thing I waited to cancel my east coast trip for next
week till after seeing the Ortho! Now to get over the pain.