So, having broken my foot, I am now mastering the art of using crutches and hopping around. I know I probably shouldn't admit this but I always thought crutches were cool and that they might be a bit fun to use however somehow, they don't seem so cool anymore, maybe it's got something to do with being 31, being able to drive, earn money, and have freedom. I have now discovered that I really enjoyed the ability to use both legs and also my arms and hands when walking at the same time. Last year I thought breaking my wrist was bad enough, not being able to use two hands was challenging however I could still make a cup of tea and then take it somewhere else as well as walk to the tram stop, use public transport easily and work at my desk job. This time I am supposed to be on my feet at work delivering babies, but I am now off for 7 weeks, with only 2 weeks paid, can't drive, and am going to be in my immobilising black boot for 6 weeks. It's also going to be 3 months before I am back on my feet running, something I took for granted being able to do. I just keep telling myself this isn't permanent..think how lucky I am that it's only 6 weeks! It could be so much worse. My work is being so supportive. I have only delivered 2 out of my 20 babies to qualify as a registered Midwife so I am going to have to make up shifts into January instead of finishing my course in December. The positive thing is now I have the next 5 weeks to get my assignments and exam study done. There should be no reason why I can't ace the exams with all this spare time. The other thing is that things like this make you really appreciate how good and easy life is when your physically able. I certainly hope that I don't take the ability to walk easily for granted again like I used to.
Dave came over for dinner on Saturday to find me perched on a stool at the end of the kitchen strategically placed next to the stove, bench and oven. All I needed to do was swivel on my good foot and hey presto, I can still cook! Dave was also carrying a bright red plastic stool for the shower- the type that you find in Vietnam in some roadside cafe where the interior design wasn't the nicest but the best food is found. Is it wrong to think that this red stool might be the best present Dave has ever bought me?
2 comments:
Hope you recover quickly!
On the bright side, you'll have time aplenty to get quilting and sewing :) Perfect non-foot related activities, me thinks :)
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