Chronicles of a Broken Ankle:
Saturday August 28th, 2021
I think I’m starting to move around a little better. It’s a little less painful when I stand up. However small the increments of healing are, I’ll take em.
I’ve been getting messages from friends and family wishing me a speedy recovery. Asking me if I am starting to feel better yet. I get it. They don’t want me to be in pain. Still. Healing cannot be approached in the same way as a work deadline or a traffic jam. The go go go, faster faster faster mentality isn’t really a thing when it comes to healing. Well, you can try to apply it but it doesn’t work.
Mike and my 21-year-old stepson Jaden are slated to go camping today. Just a one-nighter off into the woods someplace. They’ve been talking about wanting to go all summer. My van traveling friends Linds and Brian are in town for a few weeks and they’ve agreed to come and stay with me when Mike takes off. Despite how much I am able to do on my own, it feels like a good safety measure to have someone here with me, especially with how limited my mobility is.
It’s been almost 2-weeks since my fall. I’ve heard from two friends and one family member who had surgery to repair a broken ankle. At least two of them had hardware installed much like mine. It really puts things into perspective. Ankle breaks, bone breaks, concussions, big accidents. They happen all the time. Every day. With how easy it is to think I am at the center of the universe, I truly appreciate reminders informing me otherwise.
I was up in my wheelchair for a little bit this morning. It felt nice to sit upright and feel as though I was among the land of the living. The body position of full time bed rest with my foot elevated is supportive and comfortable enough but I miss having the ability to simply sit up. With the help of my wheelchair, I was able to make tea, hard boil some eggs and even do some dishes. I also read a few poems from Buddy Wakefield’s book I recently picked up from the Book Exchange. I was hoping to write some of my own poetry as well but I ran out of steam and needed to go back to bed and lie down. I am hoping to be able to make it to sangha on Monday night but we’ll see how it goes. Right now I’m not able to sit upright for very long. I get nauseous and my energy takes a dive after 15-minutes or so. Small steps. Healing takes time.
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