You know - I never knew how important some things were until I was unable to do them.
Like putting on my own pants - who knew you could roll yourself out of bed trying to put on the widest-legged pants you have, and still not succeed at the task at hand?
Going to the bathroom?
That's a joyous adventure that takes anywhere from 15 to 20 minutes.
It depends on how long it takes me to scoot down the hallway in the computer chair that has become my best friend and basic means of transportation.
This jaunt also includes the time it takes to pull down my pants to avoid an accident.
We're talking fun, fun and more fun!
Rolling over to reach my water bottle on the night stand?
This barrel of laughs now consists of me grunting and puffing as I try to shift my body weight just a little, to make the whole "rolling over" thing happen.
Sometimes it goes well. Most times, it doesn't.
Did I mention that I haven't left my apartment in a week, and that I believe my cats are starting to answer me when I talk to them?
Boy, no one told me how much fun a broken ankle would be. It is truly a joy.
(For those of you who don't know me that well, that was sarcasm. . . )
I don't mean to sound like a baby or anything, but this whole broken bone thing really, really sucks.
All I can say is, thank goodness my mommy is here.
Here are a few shots of my foot. Those fat, swollen things that look like breakfast sausages are my toes:
One more time:
When I was at the hospital, I kept thinking to myself,
"Thank goodness my pedicure is holding up! Those little sausages, I mean, toes, look fabulous!"
you know, before I even read the whole thing, I was thinking "but, wow, that's a nice pedicure." I hope everything gets easier for you!