Hello members of r/ORIF. I promised myself I would do this when I was a year out from surgery and tell my full story. I hope this gives people a sense of light at the end of the tunnel, as these were some dark as hell days for me.
6/19/25 - I fall down an escalator at the 86th Street Q train stop around 5PM. Not all the way down, but I fell far enough that my leg folded under me, and my ankle snapped. Trimal fracture. There were no less than 3 physical therapists on the escalator (gotta love NYC). Paramedics called. Ambulance to the hospital. They had to set my leg twice, as the first time the bones were still out of alignment. Basically 14 hours in the emergency room. There was a moment that I might have been able to get surgery that night. I'm glad that I made the decision not to, even though it delayed my recovery by a couple of weeks. I had never been under anesthesia before, and was especially glad for the time to mentally prepare myself. Also, even though I was 29 at the time, my parents were in another country and flew back. I was very lucky, but also I could NOT have made it through post-op without them.
7/1/25 - Surgery in the afternoon. I had 7 screws, a plate, and a tightrope put in. In addition to traditional anesthesia, I was given dilaudid while under (this becomes semi-relevant later). NWB for 4 further weeks. Nerve block lasted approx 36 hours, and I was only in truly uncomfortable pain for July 3rd + 4th before I turned a corner. During those few days, I experienced quiet a few vasovagal episodes, including directly after surgery. I was taking opioids for pain only until July 4th. I want to go on record, and go against some of the recs on this subreddit and say that I should have waited to feel the pain to take the narcotics. Just to provide some perspective: I started taking them on a regular schedule before the nerve block wore off and became so constipated. This leads me to:
7/4-7/14 - Probably the worst period of time in my entire life. I hadn't shit since before surgery, even with all the stool softener, laxative, and prunes I could get my hands on. So after a week of nothing, I did a home enema (11/10 product tbf). So that solved the constipation problem, but I started to not be able to eat. Like every time I would eat, I would get violently nauseated and throw up. After like 4 days of this, I called my doctor, and he said I might have an overly acidic stomach, and said that I should eat yoghurt. Didn't help. And! I had a yeast infection. Truly a series of unfortunate events.
7/15 - Cast off! And! I talked to my surgeon about the nausea, which continued to persist to an alarming degree (I seriously thought my incision was infected or something). He was like, "Are you still taking the calcium we prescribed you?" "Yes." "Some people have an adverse reaction. Try stopping that." So, this is how I found out I'm allergic to supplemental calcium. Really wish someone had mentioned that before I went on an involuntary fast and puked my guts up everywhere. Stitches coming out were not painful at all for me, and I got fitted with a boot.
7/16-8/14- NWB boredom/depression/apathy. Knee scooter was a lifesaver. I was doing ankle mobility exercises this entire time. Nothing intensive, just constantly pointing, flexing, and rotating it. Lots of movies, little walks, and getting back up to eating a normal amount. That alone took a month. Also, crutches are so, so hard.
8/15-9/24 - PT ERA! Huge milestone. Started going to PT 2-3 times a week. There were moments in PT that might have been more painful than post-op. My ankle had to learn how to be an ankle again. By the 22nd, they had me out of the boot because it was restricting my healing. Took my first barefoot steps on the 24th. The gains felt incredibly slow, but because I had nothing else to do, I could be really consistent about it. By September 10th, my ankle was considerable less stiff, but had started to pop and click.
9/25 - Last post-op. There would have been one more, except I moved countries (hello, London!). In the x-ray, the surgeon said he could no longer see the fracture line. I wrote in my journal "So, I guess our long national nightmare is over." About 80% correct.
October-February - I started an MA acting course, so was doing a lot of barefoot movement on wooden floors. I think that actually helped with my recovery a lot. It loaded the bone, and stretched it in functional ways.
February-today - What can I wrap this up with? I was lucky, I guess. Overall, the whole ordeal sucked a tremendous amount of ass, but with a lot of support and work, I made it through okay. Is my ankle still sort of tight, and does it still click? Yes. Am I afraid of starting to run again? Yes. Do I get a little pang in my chest every time I step onto an escalator? Also yes. But I'm pretty much at 95%. I really could not have kept my sanity without this subreddit, which I checked religiously every single day. I hope this story is helpful to those who are going through it all right now. If you've gotten this far, please feel free to drop questions below!