My next few months…

I saw the orthopedic surgeon today.

Let me begin by saying I’m extremely lucky.  I’ve been reading up on broken ankles, and as someone who has a break, but didn’t experience displacement of the bone, my recovery will be much easier than the alternative (if there’d been displacement).  For me, healing is simply a matter of immobility plus time.

To that end, I’m now sporting a cast. I actually had the choice between a traditional cast and a fiberglass option that I could have removed when I showered.  However, after hearing the pluses and minuses, I felt the traditional cast would do a better job at keeping the ankle immobilized, thus reducing any chance of further breakage.

Does it mark me as completely immature that I’m disappointed that they had no color options?  I would’ve loved a bright pink or blue cast.  Or even a glow-in-the-dark one.  The inner nerdy girl in me is looking forward to my friends signing my cast (no matter how juvenile it may be) and thinks it’s precious that Elanor has already enjoyed coloring on my cast.  I guess it’s a small thing that I’ve found to be happy about in the midst of a lot of frustration, so I’m going to go with it and enjoy it.

For, at the end of the day, my injury is the source of a great deal of frustration.  I’ve always been big on “personal space.”  I never had an issue with going out to eat alone, going to a movie alone, or even traveling alone.  I love to go out with my camera and spend the day doing my thing.  In fact, I’ve often been the member of my marriage who has asked for more “alone time.”  Not that I don’t love my family, but because I need a certain amount of time every day on my own.

A broken ankle isn’t really conducive to “alone time” other than closeting myself in my bedroom with my laptop and a stack of dvds.  Food?  I need to ask for help.  Leaving the house…requires a LOT of help.  To the tune of possibly hiring a second helper part time extra help.  A pill fell on the floor?  Call for help.

But again, I am lucky.  For me, this is a temporary inconvenience.  A short-lived irritation.  I have four to six weeks of elevated immobility, non-weight bearing, dependency and then a slow recapturing of my independence by way of a transitional cast, a walker, a cane, some physical therapy, etc.  By spring, the ankle will just be a living memory to be more careful around E’s toys.

I’m glad that I have friends who are all making an effort to come by and see us.  Bringing the outside world to me, as it were.  Good blogger friends who document all the cool Singaporean stuff I’m missing with entries and photos.

The hard decision I need to make tonight with Ravi is what our game plan for Hong Kong will be.  I have tickets to see Taylor Swift on February 21rst.  I shouldn’t need the wheel-chair all the time, but at the same time, I’m not going to be up to traipsing all about HK.  Internet research has said that it’s not exactly a mecca for disabled persons.  I’m leaning towards still going, but for a shorter time than we’d planned and cutting back our activities.

In the meantime, I think I’m going to do a lot of tv watching, reading, and once the painkillers stop messing with me (look at all the pretty colors!) writing.


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1 Response to My next few months…

  1. bookjunkie says:

    I’m glad I am not alone in needing a lot of space and alone time. I wonder if females are just less clingy? Because I seem to notice this trend even with my friends and relatives.

    You’re right – a pink cast would be so cool. I’ve never had a cast before. Just a sprained ankle which swelled to the size of an elephant’s foot. Even with only a sprain I couldn’t walk so I can imagine how frustrating it must be for you with a break.

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