saw my surgeon today and he put an end to my running (which also probably includes pounding court sports, too). he advised me to take up swimming. or buy another bike.
Category Archives: crooked leg
overdoing it
j’s to do list (per nm):
- stay positive
- worry not
- heal fast
- breathe!
- catch up on fiction/li>
- watch bad tv
- let others wait on you
- eat jello
- exploit new “bionic” status
- don’t worry about healing fast
yeah, see, it’s #10 that’s the real issue. now, i thought i had been taking it easy and progressing gradually in terms of bearing weight, but it would appear (upon examination of higher than acceptable pain level and perfectly good xray) that i have not been behaving. so i’m back to the drawing board with my two sticks of chalk, trying to stay positive and worry not and hope that after this respite of quiet time watching more bad tv that i will heal fast and have less pain. in the meantime, i might even let others wait on me. now that is something i could get used to…
self-identity
i’ve been on crutches for so long that they have become part of how i see myself. when i get up, i involuntarily reach for them. when i imagine myself doing things, i see myself swinging along on two sticks. only once did i get up and not think about using them (and then i chastised myself so hard that i erased any and all memory of not using crutches). i’ve even learned how to carry large, awkward objects and still use crutches effectively (the key is using one’s hip to push the crutch along when one’s hand is carrying aforementioned awkward item). but in exactly 11 minutes, i get to put 60 lbs of pressure on my left leg and then i’m only a few weeks away from having to develop a new self-identity.
training hard
got on the bike trainer today for 20 minutes on the third easiest gear. tour de france watch out!
steri-strips
OMG! fall off already…
fresh air
days
the past 2 and the next 2
and today
i sit in bed
avoiding work
maybe avoiding other things
but always
there comes a breeze
into my room
brightly lit by the afternoon sun
reflecting
everywhere
this breeze
arrives at two
leaves by four
blinds gently tapping
against the window
it pushes into the room
kisses my ear
my cheek
my nose
i put on socks
slide deep inside the covers
close your eyes
enjoy the chill
the fresh air
cost of healthcare
there is more to the cost of healthcare than just a bill: there’s parking, food, gas, medication, days taken off of work to wait in a waiting room. but if you count just the doctor and hospital bills, the total is $77,950.22 and counting.
having fun – before and after
waiting to meet my surgeon for the first time
getting pre-op tests
i'm surprised there aren't more of these kinds of photos. i spend a lot of time on my iPhone. (but not as much as SG)
dinner @ josie - definitely having fun before the big day
in the pre-op area. m thinks i'm cute.
fuzzy hospital hair. lisa would be proud!
i must be feeling better. i'm drinking coffee.
this wasn't the most fun i've had in the world, but it wasn't so bad either
KL drove us home. we have great friends.
home + happy
we joked about how he can walk better than i can!
m + mama bear @ nyala
eating out makes my tummy feel funny but the fresh air is nice.
having fun in the fresh air @ fathers office
m + mama bear at dinner
tedious
i have sat in bed all day reclaiming my life: paying bills, making phone calls, organizing, shredding. a lot of things pile up when you stop doing what you do for 4 weeks. i’m not sure i’m ready for this yet. i kind of like doing nothing. it’s a nice change of pace from the past 34 years of doing way too much way too fast.
feelings. nothing more than feelings.
no, this isn’t going to be a weepy, sappy, poignant post. nor will it be the lyrics to a song from days long past. remember the post where i said i had lost most of the feeling in my leg? well, that feeling is coming back. and then some. the surprising thing is that as the feeling comes back, i don’t have as much pain as i expected. this really hasn’t been an excruciatingly painful experience. yes, i have new tightness in my ankle as all of the bruising slowly tracks down my leg and then gets reabsorbed. but my fear of pain was always stronger than the actual pain itself.
the worst part of this whole thing: the nausea, loss of appetite, and inability to poo.