Bed and beyond

Last Sunday I took a fall.

For me, not really that unusual. What WAS unusual is that this time I really hurt myself. I ruptured my Achilles tendon on my left leg. I went to the urgent care, got casted up and ...sent home with some Vicodin.

After crawling up the stairs (literally) I sank on the bed for the duration ~ until my surgery ~ when I was sure the doc would tell me "It's not that bad" and I would be on my merry way.

As we all know ~ things don't always go as planned. When I finally did visit the doctor, he told me there was going to be an extensive recovery period. At least 6 months to a full recovery. And the next 7 weeks would be in a cast w/ crutches. No weight would be allowed on my foot at all until week 7. Oh joy.

Now, I have had a few injuries before. I have had knee and foot surgery. But never before have I been unable to put ANY weight on my foot. It's hard to maneuver and even harder to get things done.I am at the total mercy of the people who are here with me. (AND my husband sprained his knee day #2) I am not a patient person, I do not like to ask for help and I am a ill tempered patient. These things are coming back to haunt me.

In addition, there is the sadness at missing my niece's graduation, Walt Disney World with my nephew and two weeks we had planned for the beach. PLUS I had to cancel my "bucket list" Canadian cruise I had planned for September because the doc said I shouldn't be walking a lot at that time.

So, here I sit. Raymond on the TV,foot elevated, wishing I was just a little more graceful.