My leg is now in a cast and I've been given orders to remain immobile for 2 months. The truth is, I've had a hard time so far (emotionally and physically). Even though a broken bone may not seem like that big of a deal, not being able to walk or drive is making me a little crazy. And it's only been three days.
on the dark side:
I'm borderline claustrophobic, which means I hate the cast with all my guts and have to keep myself from thinking about it or I'll practically hyperventilate.
It hurts. And I'm a wuss.
As someone who likes to get things done and is admittedly a perfectionist, I'm having a tough time being so useless and not being able to do things myself. (I break down and cry every few hours.) My poor husband has inherited a part-time job taking care of me.
There are stairs in my house. That complicates things.
I've been whining continually, but I am going to stop complaining and try to be positive. And so...
on the bright side:
Forced rest. Lots of time for reading.
You should see me scoot up and down the stairs. It's funny, and I'm getting faster. Also, my ability to balance on one leg is rapidly improving.
I'm able to work from home.
My dear husband has been unbelievably helpful. Running up and down the stairs to get me things, picking me up and carrying me, fixing meals, trying to comfort me, and much more.
People are kind and beautiful. Thank you for the concern, sweet comments, meals delivered, visits made, hugs and prayers.
And obviously, it could be much worse. In fact, I keep thinking of people who have way bigger problems, and then I start to feel pathetic for even feeling sorry for myself in the first place. It's just a broken bone and it's just for 8 weeks or so. That's nothin'.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010