It always seems to surprise me when I see how long it has been since my last post. I am not sure why, I am really not busy so I have no excuse.
What is the ouch about in the title?
Four weeks ago I was taking some hangers down to the basement when I half missed a step. Just enough to twist my ankle and fall down the last two or three steps. I tried to get up but that was not happening. The hubby was outside so I crawled up the stairs and called out the door for him. I crawled up the next flight of stairs to the apartment. The hubby wanted to help me onto the couch. It was too much for me. I stayed on the floor. He wanted to head to the ER but I said wait a while. He went out to clean up what he was doing. I crawled to the bathtub thinking a little soak and I would feel better. NOT Poor hubby had to help me out of the tub and help me get dressed. Then we did head for the ER.
The ER DR came in and said he didn't think he would have to reduce the ankle (put the bones back in alignment) but he needed the xrays first. A few minutes went by and the nurse came in and announced that the Dr would need to reduce the fracture and she started getting everything ready. About 3 minutes later the DR came in and said no reduction. The ankle is fractured in three places and surgery would be needed. I am not sure which was worse news.
I was sent to the ortho unit with surgery to be done the next day. I said "on Sunday?" They said yes. The ER had put a soft cast on my ankle and that helped a bit. So did the medication they were shooting into me. Normally I am not a fan of strong pain meds but just then I was like "yes pain meds please".
Surgery went smoothly I am told. Plate and screws on one side of my ankle and screws only on the the other side. A new soft cast was on my foot and ice packs on top of that. On Monday I was released to go home. With instructions of no weight bearing for 6-8 weeks. And also no walker, crutches, wheelchair nothing. Just a referral to a lending closet in my area. On the way home we went and borrowed a walker from my dad. He doesn't use it.
I am healing but still non weight bearing. The apartment I live in is on the second story of a non elevator building. I can not leave the apartment on my own. My big activity of the day is bumping down the stairs on my bum then kneeling in the doorway to let the dog out. And then crawling back up the stairs. I do have a knee walker which is sooo much better than the walker so inside is better.
I can hardly wait to walk again. And drive. And not crawl.
I have done a little sewing, mostly just the BOM. I will show you the newest pics in another post.