Another Day!

It happened in February, a fall at work. It is now May and I still can’t put any weight on my left foot. I have learned to pivot, reach, and crawl to manage simple tasks. Unfortunately my bedroom is on the second floor, so my daily morning routine is sliding down, one step at a time, and then reversing this action at night, when I head upstairs for sleep.

I have a scooter, which really is like a miniature car. I can back it up, lift it up for small turns, stop it, and even do parallel parking. I cannot go anywhere without it. I also have crutches, but I prefer the former. My car has been taken over by my family as I am unable to drive. Being a passenger in my own car has been difficult but I have managed to curtail my back seat driving. Tempers are rather high, emotions touchy, and irritability abounds.

I have entertained myself by watching every Netflix series I can find and I’m still searching. Occasional outings are especially fulfilling, even a trip to Walmart. Home Depot provides an electric shopping cart, which is truly fun! I didn’t realize these existed. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but until one is in this position, these helpful items are not really noticed.

Take handicap ramps, for instance. These are amazing! I mean, how did people get around before these became mandatory. Then there’s handicap parking. This is also such a blessing! Depending on others for the daily necessities of life is a big deal, believe me! All the things I took for granted suddenly disappeared, and the mobility I had was no longer with me.

Simple errands take longer, everything has to be pre-arranged with family members and worked around their schedule. If no family in town, you must call on friends, and they have family of their own so time is often not available. If you have a pet, someone has to take them out. I have been blessed with neighbors who graciously provide this service.

Recovering from accidents or surgery is a long process. Those who have been here show understanding and humor because they can relate to your predicament. I am still amazed at those who take the time to engage me in telling me their individual stories of recovery time.

It is spring and I want to get outside and do some gardening. Sitting around the house and looking at all the maintenance issues that need to be done is depressing. One can only do this for so long.

Surgery is not fun, healing takes time, and patience is a virtue. I have learned all three.

For me, this is temporary. I will soon be back on my feet hopefully and life will return to its normal routine. What about those that deal with this every day. Like so many things in life, we do not feel what others go through until we have walked in their shoes.


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