It’s no fun having a broken ankle. Not at all. I’m jealous that everyone around me (which pretty much only consists of Eddie and my mom) can just go on with life as usual…you know just going to the kitchen or bathroom whenever they want to…having complete freedom to wander from one room to the next. I’m jealous and I would throw myself a pity party except I can’t get out of the recliner and put decorations up and what’s a party without decorations?
Want to know something ironic? We removed the handi ramp that was attached to the house… yup…that’s correct…Eddie completely obliterated it and made it obsolete after hearing me whine about how much of an eyesore it was… now the only ways to get into our house are sets of stairs…just my luck! I have crutches (blog post detailing the torture that crutches are up next) and still it takes at least 10 minutes for me to plan my moves and get my brave face on to successfully get up 3 measly steps so that I can make it into McNest and to my beloved recliner! Ridiculous! I never should have laughed at the handi ramp! I should have decorated it with pink streamers and celebrated it for what it was!
So I’ve spent the last couple of days sitting in the recliner with my right foot elevated on some pillows and have spent the last two nights just the same except the pillows and I both move to the bed. I pretty much am getting served hand and foot by my darling husband and patient mother since I can’t seem to get around without hurting myself or wincing in pain...and while I do enjoy getting waited on, I’m annoyed that I can’t get up when I want to without inflicting sharp pains to my ankle area. I’m limiting my liquid intake as to not have to take bathroom breaks very often. I have worn stretchy pants for like 5 days in a row. I have probably slept about 50% of the day and I have complained and whined about my current state of being the other 50%. I’m also annoyed that this is really wrecking my diet groove. Eddie can still go to 9R and is going to get ahead of me on the weight loss bracket I have created in my mind. Annoying.
Also annoying is the fact that it takes me like 45 minutes to get a shower. We have one bathroom downstairs – which has a tub/shower. Well I can’t step into it. We had to get a handi shower chair so that I could sit on the edge of the tub and then pull myself onto the chair and then twist my entire body in. Once I’ve done that I’m already exhausted and I’ve yet to even start washing! I can’t stand up on one foot the whole time and get everything done, so we had to go purchase one of those shower wand things so I could pull it down. It’s ridiculous. I can’t stand it. Washing my hair is a nightmare and drying off is like a workout in itself. Plus because of me having to sit on the chair the shower curtain sometimes touches me and grosses me out even tho it’s practically brand new and clean – but it sticks to me and that makes me feel yucky and then I just get mad because I don’t want to start all over in the whole wash me process. UGH!!
When I was trying to find a bright spot to this whole broken ankle mess I’ve gotten myself into, I concluded that I couldn't have picked a better time of year to have this happen. It wasn't summer with the seriously crazy heat to stink up this boot contraption I have to wear all the time, and it wasn't around any holiday that I would miss out on. So really the whole situation isn’t interfering with anything major…oh…except my life.
Want to know something ironic? We removed the handi ramp that was attached to the house… yup…that’s correct…Eddie completely obliterated it and made it obsolete after hearing me whine about how much of an eyesore it was… now the only ways to get into our house are sets of stairs…just my luck! I have crutches (blog post detailing the torture that crutches are up next) and still it takes at least 10 minutes for me to plan my moves and get my brave face on to successfully get up 3 measly steps so that I can make it into McNest and to my beloved recliner! Ridiculous! I never should have laughed at the handi ramp! I should have decorated it with pink streamers and celebrated it for what it was!
So I’ve spent the last couple of days sitting in the recliner with my right foot elevated on some pillows and have spent the last two nights just the same except the pillows and I both move to the bed. I pretty much am getting served hand and foot by my darling husband and patient mother since I can’t seem to get around without hurting myself or wincing in pain...and while I do enjoy getting waited on, I’m annoyed that I can’t get up when I want to without inflicting sharp pains to my ankle area. I’m limiting my liquid intake as to not have to take bathroom breaks very often. I have worn stretchy pants for like 5 days in a row. I have probably slept about 50% of the day and I have complained and whined about my current state of being the other 50%. I’m also annoyed that this is really wrecking my diet groove. Eddie can still go to 9R and is going to get ahead of me on the weight loss bracket I have created in my mind. Annoying.
Also annoying is the fact that it takes me like 45 minutes to get a shower. We have one bathroom downstairs – which has a tub/shower. Well I can’t step into it. We had to get a handi shower chair so that I could sit on the edge of the tub and then pull myself onto the chair and then twist my entire body in. Once I’ve done that I’m already exhausted and I’ve yet to even start washing! I can’t stand up on one foot the whole time and get everything done, so we had to go purchase one of those shower wand things so I could pull it down. It’s ridiculous. I can’t stand it. Washing my hair is a nightmare and drying off is like a workout in itself. Plus because of me having to sit on the chair the shower curtain sometimes touches me and grosses me out even tho it’s practically brand new and clean – but it sticks to me and that makes me feel yucky and then I just get mad because I don’t want to start all over in the whole wash me process. UGH!!When I was trying to find a bright spot to this whole broken ankle mess I’ve gotten myself into, I concluded that I couldn't have picked a better time of year to have this happen. It wasn't summer with the seriously crazy heat to stink up this boot contraption I have to wear all the time, and it wasn't around any holiday that I would miss out on. So really the whole situation isn’t interfering with anything major…oh…except my life.
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