Well here I am, almost 6 months since the slip and fall that changed my life. I tried doing yoga and I am so ungainly and out of shape. It made me realize I have a long road still.
My last check up with the surgeon revealed that my bones look great BUT my ankle is still swollen, stiff, and my arch has fallen.
Ugh!
I could scream I am so frustrated. The nurse told me it was a year before she got back to where she was before, Of course I am now also a huge, fat whale...which doesn't help. It's a vicious cycle and I think I need to starve myself out of it.
Oh, and I have a cold.
I guess things could always be worse but summer colds really, really suck.
But I will survive this, too.
I always do!
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Torture. Sheer Torture.
I don't know what's worse. The splint that weighed 50 lbs. or the Frankenstein boot I have now that weighs 30 lbs. and pinches like a blue claw crab. Torture.
Torture was having to look at what is going to be a huge scar on my ankle. It was getting all those staples pulled out and trying not to cry because my foot looks like a truck ran over it.
Torture is having to get people to do the laundry. Seriously. I'm down to one more pair of pants that I can get on and it's way too cold to wear a dress.
Torture is having my nail tips fall off one by one since I can't get them refilled.
Torture is daytime TV programs. I think I might be losing IQ points.
Torture is being stuck inside with no fresh air.
Torture is being in here and seeing my brand new vehicle outside when I can't drive it!
Yes, all first world problems but that's where I live.
Torture was having to look at what is going to be a huge scar on my ankle. It was getting all those staples pulled out and trying not to cry because my foot looks like a truck ran over it.
Torture is having to get people to do the laundry. Seriously. I'm down to one more pair of pants that I can get on and it's way too cold to wear a dress.
Torture is having my nail tips fall off one by one since I can't get them refilled.
Torture is daytime TV programs. I think I might be losing IQ points.
Torture is being stuck inside with no fresh air.
Torture is being in here and seeing my brand new vehicle outside when I can't drive it!
Yes, all first world problems but that's where I live.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
I have discovered that even though I am a yoga teacher and was a professional dancer and competitive gymnast, I am kind of a klutz. Usually I manage to fall gracefully. Not this time. Dark morning + ice patch+ in a hurry so I have time to hit Starbucks = "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!"
So I'm behind my house. Everyone is still in bed except my 16 year old daughter who will not be able to lift my fat ass. After yelling and banging on the door to no avail, I got my mobile phone (what did we do without these?) and started calling my family.
They wanted to call 911 but I wanted to get to the hospital and some serious painkillers asap.
I can't believe I came through about 5 car accidents and a 5 year abusive relationship without a broken bone but was felled by a small patch of ice on my back step.
Seriously, walking can be dangerous!! As I was lying on my back step hoping someone would get there before I froze to death I could not stop thinking about my great grandma Hull who froze to death behind her house in 1972.
She was taking the coal dust out to the pile early one dark January morning when she fell and couldn't get up. Since she lived alone before the days of mobile phones, it was a few days before anyone checked on her.
I, thankfully, was spared a similar fate - for now, at least.
In the hospital my roommate was a 55 year old woman who, like me, had slipped on ice and busted her ankle.
Like I said, walking can be dangerous! I see people worried about Ebola, but seriously, you are more likely to be killed walking down your back steps on an icy morning. Be careful out there!
So I'm behind my house. Everyone is still in bed except my 16 year old daughter who will not be able to lift my fat ass. After yelling and banging on the door to no avail, I got my mobile phone (what did we do without these?) and started calling my family.
They wanted to call 911 but I wanted to get to the hospital and some serious painkillers asap.
I can't believe I came through about 5 car accidents and a 5 year abusive relationship without a broken bone but was felled by a small patch of ice on my back step.
Seriously, walking can be dangerous!! As I was lying on my back step hoping someone would get there before I froze to death I could not stop thinking about my great grandma Hull who froze to death behind her house in 1972.
She was taking the coal dust out to the pile early one dark January morning when she fell and couldn't get up. Since she lived alone before the days of mobile phones, it was a few days before anyone checked on her.
I, thankfully, was spared a similar fate - for now, at least.
In the hospital my roommate was a 55 year old woman who, like me, had slipped on ice and busted her ankle.
Like I said, walking can be dangerous! I see people worried about Ebola, but seriously, you are more likely to be killed walking down your back steps on an icy morning. Be careful out there!
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