Six Weeks - In Recovery

I was reading an old post about my old neighbors who were getting hauled away by ambulances on a regular basis. I realized that things are different in my new house, now I'm the one being hauled away, well, just once since I've been here. Actually I heard that the police came and took away one of them right before I got hauled off to the hospital. Mine was for a broken ankle, the old neighbor usually went by way of ambulance for a suspected kidney infection. Once I asked her what her symptoms were. She said she had blood in her urine. I asked her if she had recently eaten beets, she said, yes, why? I knew she liked beets.

Not that it's uneventful here, just a different kind of event. Not quite as loud, and the loud exploding noises aren't guns or meth lab explosions, they are usually fireworks at the local sporting events. I am right around a dangerous curve with lots of flashing cautions lights that people often choose to ignore and speed by. They usually either get pulled over by the police or crash into the guardrail in front of my neighbor's house. there are always flashing red lights in the street near the end of my drive.

Back to the original point. it's been 6 weeks since the ambulance was here to take me away. Six weeks since I broke my ankle. Last Thursday I got my cast taken off, and instead of a new one, I got a walking boot. Not allowed to walk in it yet, but at least I can sleep without it and I get to exercise. Bad sprain immobilized for 5 weeks is going to take some time to get back to working condition. My foot pretty much looks like a limp swollen piece of meat, but my ankle is healing nicely. AND I can wash that leg in the shower too. It is very happy about that.

This is my fancy boot. I like it. I call it Roboboot cause it looks like a kick ass robot leg. I need to sew up a matching faux cover for my other leg and sneaker. But it's not as impressive rolling around in the wheelchair I've taken too.

Oh I can walk in the walker now, but it takes so darn long to get around. I find it much faster to use the chair. I have too much to do and everything takes so darn long, I can't waste more time. I'm up on my other leg plenty enough to keep it strong and in good shape. I just fly from room to room in the wheel chair.

I go back to the Dr next week. I really hope I finally get to walk again. I have a feeling it will not be as fun as I hope. I think I will be very tired, and still use the chair a lot to get around, but at least I can take a trip to the mailbox every day, to get my own mail. That is as long as there's no snow or ice on the driveway.

Just Another Manic Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday...

Well, I guess the weekends have been fairly good. Not today really.

There's something about Mercury retrograde that brings all kinds of problems with it. February has been absolutely the worst month I've had in a few years. First an abscessed tooth and following extraction. Then who knows, maybe all the changes to my body from chemicals, made me not as cautious. But I had a bad fall on the driveway.

I assumed it was ice, but I really wasn't paying attention. I had mail in my hands and I was looking around, and all of a sudden my foot flipped up, there was a loud "pop" and I was on the ground. It didn't feel good so I crawled on my hands and knees to the house and called 911. Fortunately my 16 year old grandson was visiting, so he helped me in and get ready.

My first ambulance at the new house. Apparently they had been there a lot for the previous tenant. Actually, in the past 5 years, I have only had the sniffles for a few days at the most. No other heath problems.

It was a very long day in the ER, but to make a long story short, my fibula (ankle) was fractured. On
top of that, I was so hypertensive (high blood pressure) that they were freaking out and made me have all kinds of tests would not let me leave till My BP was down.

I guess my ankle could have been a lot worse, I've heard horror stories. Looks like if it doesn't get displaced, I'll have a cast. I'll know for certain next week. I was happy, but now I hear it's actually a shorter recovery with surgery. Who knows.

I was in a great mood considering, but apparently vicodin can make you feel depressed. I don't like that. I'm going to tough it out if I can and just take some at night to sleep pain free. Apparently pain makes the healing go faster anyhow. I'm all for fast healing.

As you may know I have no car either, although I wouldn't be able to drive it right now anyhow. My daughter's family and my cousins have been helping and I have another friend who will be there too. I really didn't feel too bad about this till I did some reading.  Maybe next reading I do, I'll wait till I'm off the vicodin.