I haven't exactly broadcasted it, but you may have seen on social media that I suffered an injury last Thursday night. I came down on the foot of the opponent during a volleyball game. After a seemingly audible crunch and fair amount of screaming and tears I was whisked away for X-rays. Which showed pretty much nothing. A possible hairline fracture, but hard to tell.
Diagnosis? Severe high ankle sprain. Outcome? Boot, crutches and zero weight on it.
This is the first time as an adult I can say I've been seriously injured. Ok not "seriously" I guess, but enough that it severely effects my every day life. Not being able to walk is the pits. I can honestly say I've shed more tears not in pain, but in the fact that I am incompetent. I feel useless. Moving from even the bed to the couch poses a huge task for me. I have no one to baby me either. It's me, dealing with this, and figuring it out as I go.
I can't walk. I can barely bathe myself. Cooking? Hah! And all this right in the middle stretch of Whole30 and the Breakup Challenge.
Now I'm not going to say I didn't sulk, there's been plenty of that. But I've finally realized I have to suck it up. I have to get on with life for the next couple weeks even if they will be miserable.
So that's what I've been attempting to do. I even went out on Saturday night, crutches and all, to the BF's work party and even down town afterward. Was it the hardest thing I've done in a long time both physically and mentally? Yes. But I'm glad I did it.
That night's adventure taught me crutching is the toughest workout in the world. Or so it felt. I had to stop every block or so to rest. The next morning my arms and abs ached with all the work.
But hey, at least I'll be in killer shape after all of this right?
Sunday my mom kindly picked me up to go grocery shopping. Sore as hell from all the activity on crutches the night before I still crutched around the store for more than an hour--only to find they DID have electronic wheel chairs I could have used.
Deep breath after that. And another Norco (yes pain pills are awesome).
I know I sound absolutely pathetic moping about an injury like this. I should be back to normal in four or so weeks. But it's hard. It's hard to not be able to take the dog for walk or unload the dishwasher. It's hard to have to lift yourself into the shower and hop around on one foot through the house because you can't take the crutches against the bruises under your arms any more.
But I am trying. And I think that's the best I can do. If I'm not around much in the blog world, you know why... my real world has been turned upside down and is being only supported with crutches at the moment.
Bear with me. I'm still trying to stay positive, silly and me through all of this. So if you have any tips regarding crutches and life with them, please send them my way!
Cat selfies and all. Cheers from the drugged up me.
(PS if you like the gross stuff, yes I have pictures of the ankle, yes I will send them if you want...)