I feel like I’ve spent the past five weeks looking out the passenger side window at the world. I’m not used to having to ask for help or what’s worse, needing help. And I’ve had to call up my Mother’s words “Susie, be gracious” rather than growl at the helpfulness of those around me.
The great thing about a broken leg is that it heals. The not so great thing is that it takes time, crutches, walking boot casts and learning to navigate……not so great. As I say to people who sympathetically look at me “it’s just not as much fun as it looks”.
My first week back at work (which in hindsight was at least a week too early) I hobbled out on my crutches with my armpits on fire – because well…… using crutches was a new experience for more than my legs – to my car parked conveniently in front of my office. My car parked in what had turned into a melted, then frozen, then melted and frozen again lumpy mess of snow/slush/ice four feet wide and curb deep. Not to discount my terror of falling on the ice yet again since that’s how I ended up in this situation, I was ready to cry until one of my colleagues basically lurch-carried me across the moat and tucked me in the driver’s seat of my car. (It’s the left leg – so I can drive 🙂
Every day until a week ago when I got off my crutches my colleagues escorted me out. Even when I said “nah, I’m ok”. The same colleagues who grabbed my coffee and carried it to my desk. “Susie, be gracious.”
And shopping? My Daughter-ish person shopped for me and found me an awesome backpack since I discovered a dangling purse was more of a hazard than a convenience. Mark has been doing the grocery shopping and I’m liking the variety and sometimes surprises I find in the fridge. It sounds weird, but it’s hard to give up the control of being the one who buys the food but it’s been the good part of the whole experience. I did have to tell him “no more Pecan pie since my fitness level consists of lurching around from place to place which I don’t think burns Pecan pie calories very well.
All in all, it’s been a real struggle and makes me more than thankful for usual good health. I’ve been bored not able to do much and while I’m at work, it’s really very hard – which I won’t admit – because my leg hurts.
Mostly I feel like I’ve been looking out at the world, not able to do much in it and missing inspiration. Mostly it’s been a time of trying my patience with so much. Mostly it’s been a time of gratefulness for the amazing support of family and friends even when I get a little growly.
And being grateful is good. There’s some inspiration for me.