Not a Doctor

H went to the doctor yesterday because his foot just isn't feeling better. He hurt it over a week ago, and the bruise is starting to fade, but it's still painful. We had talked over and over about going to the doctor when it first happened, but he didn't want to go. And, when he said that he was going to go in for an xray yesterday, I told him that I thought that it was unnecessary.

Turns out that I was very, very wrong.

The doctor sent him for xrays, and told him that she thought that it was just severely bruised and that it would take a few weeks to feel better. She called him back this morning to say that they did find a fracture and some bone necrosis that resulted from it. She's going to send him to an orthopedist for an MRI. She also hopes that he won't need surgery. Holy shit.

At the very least, he'll need an air cast for 6-8 weeks. I can't imagine how long he would need rehab if he had surgery. At least it's his left foot, so he can still drive, but it's just awful.