Crippled CouchSurfer: Day 3
Apoldu de Sus, Romania
Nearly 60 hours after the incident and I'm still confined to bed, or limited to crawling around the house on my hands and knees. Recovery is taking much longer than expected, and I'm really beginning to wonder how long it'll be before I can walk, let alone travel with a pair of weighty packs on my front and back.
Today's big accomplishment came late this evening, when I was able to generally stand up unaided for about 30 seconds. Though relatively painful, it felt good to undress in a normal fashion. I can still only manage to drag myself down the flight of stairs to the ground level to use the bathroom but once or twice a day.
Stephan told me over a game of backgammon tonight that a doctor was swinging through town tomorrow (this being one of the five villages that he tends to once or twice a week). Although he's unsure the price for a consultation (it stands as good a chance that it might be free in these parts as it would excessive) he offered to drive me to see him in the morning if I wanted.
Frankly, I think it'll be a waste of time, and a lot of unneeded pain on everyone's part. It'd take my arms around both Tatiana and Stephan to get me out of the house, and without an x-ray or a visit to a podiatrist, I'm unsure as to what the painful tenderness in my feet would reveal to such a general practitioner. I'll probably just end up being told to stay off my feet or visit someone else. You can't put a cast on something like this—it need not be immobilized—if there's damage to the heel bone it may or may not warrant surgery, but certainly needs time to heal.
Short of an x-ray, I don't think I'll ever know just how badly I hurt myself. We'll see how I feel in the morning. I could certainly do with some crutches.