When I initially accidentally broke my leg, the doctors had given me 6-8 weeks off my feet.
But, I’ve reached the 8-week milestone this Friday and I’m still in a cast.
We’re unsure of what happens next exactly – though I do know that it’s dampening my holiday spirit!
So, overall, there’s no celebrating just yet.
However, I am hopeful for the next round of x-rays scheduled for Nov. 28.
They’ll also be removing my cast then, too and after consulting with my doctor we’ll see if I get a walking boot.
I’m really praying hard for that walking boot so I can be that much closer to physical therapy and gaining a bit of my independence back.
I do have to admit that I’ve been disobeying my doctor’s orders and standing on my right leg – at least experimentally and gently.
And, naturally, every time my mom catches me commencing my experiment she gets on to me.
Nothing too terrible, but I get a mini-lecture about being careful and not ruining the work that’s been done to fix my leg.
Mostly because the recovery from that would be worse than what I’m enduring now and partially because it’ll make life more stressful for the entire household if something does go wrong.
It does give me pause since I don’t want to undo said repair work on my fibula, but, I’m tired of not being able to get around without assistance.
If you caught my column last week, you have some idea of what I’m talking about.
And while it’s still a sore spot of contention and complaint, I’m working through it.
Also, I have to confess that being temporarily disabled has taught me which friends and family members do care and which don’t.
It also speaks volumes about those clients we’ve fostered newspaper relationships with over the years, too.
Several organizations and their leaders have reached out and worked with my new accommodations in order to make sure they get enough news coverage.
I’m greatly appreciative of that and hope to continue updating them and our readers with more good news soon.
However, it’s hard to write about anything too terribly exciting if I’m still barely getting out and interacting with the real world right now.
There’s not much going on here at the homestead other than mom’s chickens rushing the door the minute they hear it open and expecting mom to feed them right away at all times of the day rather than their usual dinner time.
Penny still thinks that the chickens are toys for her to play with and have to be monitored very closely when Mike takes her out on the leash.
She might only be just shy of 25 pounds, but she’s high energy and has more than enough curiosity for a pack of dogs.
And unfortunately, she still prefers to listen and obey mom rather than the rest of us – it just happens when you’re not the favored one.
Still, Penny is a source of entertainment and enjoyment all around and seems to infuse our lives with a little more cuteness every day.
