Broken
A Bit of Irish Luck...Live life to the fullest! You never know when you will have a set back.
Well good intention are golden, but mine lead me to a broken fibula. Yesterday was a fantastic day, started the day with a facial came back home and was in a super good mood! I was scheduled to take my mom to the Home and Garden Show in Akron, OH. We had the wheelchair loaded in the car so she wouldn't get too tired from walking. But she didn't call the neighbor to clean her walk way. I grabbed the shovel as I had done many times before and started clearing the snow. Got the porchy clean then with shovel in hand headed down the steps to the driveway. My left foot hit a patch of ice on the steps and I lost my balance. Seconds later my left leg was straight and my right foot was behind me in pain! I tried to walk on in and it couldn't hold any weight. Went inside to figure out what to do. I didn't want risk my mother breaking something and wasn't sure how bad my ankle was, so I drove myself to the emergency room. Luckily it is less than 5 minutes away, so not a long drive. Getting from the car to the ER was really hard but once there in the lobby I hopped onto a wheelchair and started the process.
Came in and was seen right away! Got ice on it, and X-rays done right away then the waiting game. Finally the diagnosis: broken fibula right above ankle; 4 to 6 week must stay off the foot/leg. For me this news was what I wanted to hear with my busy schedule, basically out of commission till April 9th. The Doctor wasn't sure of me because I didn't believe that it was broken and I made all these crazy comments, "I don't have time for a broken leg", "are you kidding me", "are you sure?" needless to say I had to find a way home.
Thank goodness for Sheri my BFF. She made sure I got something to eat, brought me to CVS for the prescriptions, and made sure I was ok till my husband came home at 9:30 PM.
Once I ate I had to figure things out, no weight on the leg and if I did put weight on it, it was extreme pain! So taking the dog out and getting in and out of the house were problems. Basic moving around the house was hard until I figured out that the computer chair with casters is the best was to get around the house vs. the killer crutches.
The crutches are going to prove interesting because it is basically a hop to get around.
Then it was time to start calling people: first the person in charge of coffee & donut's can't help out at church on Sunday, second to the person in charge of the cross & challis prayer group can't do that at Church on Sunday, third how do I pick up my son (still not sure I can drive), then the emails, I had just volunteered to help out at the Shamrock 5K on March 6th, and I was suppose to pick up a check from an AOH member for printing I paid for out of my personal account. Then I can't forget I am foreman for the AABOR Rebuilding Together Bowl to Rebuild March 5th and 12th, I don't think I will be bowling anytime soon.
Well wishes from all my facebook friends and family in Chicago were great! But it just reminds me I don't have time for a broken leg. I have so much to do...
Well good intention are golden, but mine lead me to a broken fibula. Yesterday was a fantastic day, started the day with a facial came back home and was in a super good mood! I was scheduled to take my mom to the Home and Garden Show in Akron, OH. We had the wheelchair loaded in the car so she wouldn't get too tired from walking. But she didn't call the neighbor to clean her walk way. I grabbed the shovel as I had done many times before and started clearing the snow. Got the porchy clean then with shovel in hand headed down the steps to the driveway. My left foot hit a patch of ice on the steps and I lost my balance. Seconds later my left leg was straight and my right foot was behind me in pain! I tried to walk on in and it couldn't hold any weight. Went inside to figure out what to do. I didn't want risk my mother breaking something and wasn't sure how bad my ankle was, so I drove myself to the emergency room. Luckily it is less than 5 minutes away, so not a long drive. Getting from the car to the ER was really hard but once there in the lobby I hopped onto a wheelchair and started the process.
Came in and was seen right away! Got ice on it, and X-rays done right away then the waiting game. Finally the diagnosis: broken fibula right above ankle; 4 to 6 week must stay off the foot/leg. For me this news was what I wanted to hear with my busy schedule, basically out of commission till April 9th. The Doctor wasn't sure of me because I didn't believe that it was broken and I made all these crazy comments, "I don't have time for a broken leg", "are you kidding me", "are you sure?" needless to say I had to find a way home.
Thank goodness for Sheri my BFF. She made sure I got something to eat, brought me to CVS for the prescriptions, and made sure I was ok till my husband came home at 9:30 PM.
Once I ate I had to figure things out, no weight on the leg and if I did put weight on it, it was extreme pain! So taking the dog out and getting in and out of the house were problems. Basic moving around the house was hard until I figured out that the computer chair with casters is the best was to get around the house vs. the killer crutches.
The crutches are going to prove interesting because it is basically a hop to get around.
Then it was time to start calling people: first the person in charge of coffee & donut's can't help out at church on Sunday, second to the person in charge of the cross & challis prayer group can't do that at Church on Sunday, third how do I pick up my son (still not sure I can drive), then the emails, I had just volunteered to help out at the Shamrock 5K on March 6th, and I was suppose to pick up a check from an AOH member for printing I paid for out of my personal account. Then I can't forget I am foreman for the AABOR Rebuilding Together Bowl to Rebuild March 5th and 12th, I don't think I will be bowling anytime soon.
Well wishes from all my facebook friends and family in Chicago were great! But it just reminds me I don't have time for a broken leg. I have so much to do...
Follow the doctor's orders. Don't overdo it. Take it from someone who spent the better part of the summer and fall 2008 recovering from a broken hip (well there were a few complications) I am sure someone can pick Sean up from school, and for that matter get you to and from work - when the doctor says you can go back to work. Catch up on your reading, sewing and sleep. Remember RICE - rest, ice, compression and elevation.
ReplyDeleteRICE and FRY (frequency reach yield)
ReplyDeleteDo give yourself time to mend, do slow down, do one thing ... take time to take care of YOU!
Four to six weeks is nothing in the grand scheme of life. Take the time now so you will be able to dance those irish gigs and run/walk in the irish riverfront with your sisters ... xoxo