Don’t make me point at the cast.
Do you know what we take for granted? Everything! I’m getting pretty tired of this broken leg business.
Sister thinks it is a good lesson in patiences for me.
I don’t know what it’s like, but for someone as antsy as you I can only imagine – her
Being on forced house arrest is absolute torture.
Thankfully, I got some great news on Thursday when I saw the surgeon: my owners can socialize me. Back to work, back to driving, back to seeing people. Sadly, not back to walking. I have two more weeks on crutches before I can start putting some weight back onto the leg. Then two weeks in a walking cast then a reassessment with the surgeon. By mid-September I hope to be cast-free. Just in time for my birthday and the snow here in Calgary.
I made the trip back to the cast clinic for the appointment, to get my staples removed from my leg and for more x-rays.
I love getting x-rays. Not because I finally figured out what the surgeon did to me, but for the fact every stranger I met during that time frame knows when my last menstrual cycle was and about my sex life. Am I using protection, you ask? Do you see the cast? That’s all the protection I need. Thanks very much. Yes, I’m sure I’m not pregnant. Don’t make me point to the cast again.
Besides being a man-repeller, my sleeping patterns are so thrown off, and every little task – going up stairs, taking a shower, etc. – is exhausting.
There is a bright side, though. I have zero appetite. I’m not hungry and the drugs are messing with my internal system.
The nurse fitting me for my air cast took a look at my leg and said, “You’re a size small…” I’m sure she said other things but by then I was zoned out. I wanted to cry out of happiness and tell her I loved her. Would it be weird to kiss her? – oh wait, cast – that was the nicest thing anyone had every said to me.
Skinny leg AND only one chin? Why didn’t I break my leg sooner?! I’m sure I’m developing scurvy and I’m malnourished, but check me out!
Don’t tell grandma.