I’m not missing my cast. Seven days ago I was released from the safe plaster haven that has allowed my ankle to heal for the past two months. I was told by my consultant that within a fortnight I’d be free of boot AND crutches. I thought this was a tall order – but now I actually believe him. Here I am at day 7 – minus boot and minus 1 crutch (most of the time). However whenever I go outside I always take two crutches with me. The pain, especially if I’ve pushed myself, is sometimes misery inducing. Most of the time though it’s entirely livable. I’ve not experienced too much swelling either. Both of these symptoms will certainly be with me for the foreseeable future though, so I’d best learn to live with them!
I actually got brave and went into a large supermarket last weekend – with both my crutches. It wasn’t pleasant – but at least I did it. I left any more shopping until yesterday, when I took a walk to the local supermarket with my youngest son. It was a glorious day, I really enjoyed the walk, and spending time with my 16-year-old (which is rare in itself these days) was precious.
Tomorrow my eldest son comes home. He’s been in respite care for the last seven days, and I’m hoping I’m in a bit better position to assist my husband with looking after him again. I still feel nervous about doing his college runs – especially about pushing his wheelchair up our steep driveway. I really don’t know how long it’s going to be until I can do that again actually – which means my husbands working hours are still going to remain compromised. It’s times like this that make you realise just how long a healing process this will be!
I’m also going to have a go at driving again this weekend. Can’t believe it’s been so long since I was behind the wheel, but it’s something that needs to be done so I’d best crack on with it!
One small (but actually massive victory) is that I’ve been using the stairs again. I’ve been very lucky that our home is equipped with a lift for our son – so I’ve used that. My descent down the stairs did actually make me inwardly determined never to use a flight of stairs again. Sounds weak right? Well all I can say is I’ve never experienced shock like it – and I never want to ever again. But I’ve starting using the stairs again. I’m moving up and down them pretty much like a toddler would – one foot and then the other foot….and very slowly. But in all fairness I was really scared about taking that step again!
Well, with that victory under my belt, I’m off to cross another item off my to-do list.