In the morning, it seemed like the plaster cast was broken. I could move my foot, and my ankle stood in a different position. The gypsum was supposed to support my ankle because I didn’t know if it still did; I went to the hospital.
The doctor wanted to make her own pictures, to see in what shape my ankle was. They cut the gypsum of and took me to the X-ray room. The pictures showed the same injuries as the pictures taken in Prague. Torn ankle bands on both sides, left and right.
The doctor didn’t find it necessary to put on new gypsum. A special sock would give enough support. I asked her about the injections with blood thinners. I could proceed, but she wasn’t sure if it was necessary. I choose to proceed.
When my general practitioner called me, I asked her the same question. She told me to stop the injections with blood thinners, although I was almost all day in bed, with my leg high. She told me, getting out of bed just going to the toilet was enough exercise. I told her I couldn’t do more because of the pain.
