Since I accidentally broke my right fibula bone and messed up the ligaments in my ankle, it’s been a struggle to keep up with things.
After all, there’s only so much I can do with limited mobility and the terrible pain management systems in place thanks to our healthcare system.
My repair surgery happened last week and the recovery time is more than I expected.
I mean, I know it wouldn’t be an “overnight” sort of fix – but it is a struggle!
I’m fortunate and blessed that my sister Ashlee carved out some time to come home and help me slog through it all.
She had knee surgery last year and has a bit better understanding of the situation and how to deal with its pitfalls.
Her presence also lets mom focus more on the newspaper and other tasks around the house, too.
We’re working on the mobility issues with a knee scooter, though I don’t have much faith in it or my balance just yet.
While it beats crutches on one hand – on the other, it’s got its own problems when it comes to our split-level home.
I don’t think they build many mobility aids with staggered terrain or “off-roading” in mind.
Still, it’s a learning curve to be sure and if anything it makes me feel more out of shape than ever before.
The other thing I didn’t count on was how tired I would be every few hours.
And I know that’s chalked up to energy spent healing, but, it’s really ruining my groove and making it a struggle to stay in the loop about what’s happening in our county.
After all, there are only so many organizations, groups, events, and meetings that are still being streamed online or will allow me to call in to cover them.
It seems like this accident would have served me better a year ago amidst the COVID-19 lockdowns instead of right now.
But, we’re doing our best as a newspaper and a family to make ends meet and continue putting out a quality product.
That’s all we can really do at this point.
I’m just a little more broken up that I’ll still be recovering while everyone else gets to enjoy the annual Rice Festival celebrations next week.
Not to mention, I wasn’t game on spending my birthday in a wheelchair or knee scooter, but, will be making due.
I don’t know how long my sister will be staying while we work out the finer details of scooter life – I’m hoping it’s at least until my birthday!
At least I’m on the road to recovery and no matter how long it takes I’ve got the wonderful support of my family and friends.
Hopefully, this scooter will get me back into the swing of things sooner rather than later.
As always, those final decisions are up to the doctor, so, I’m giving it my all so I can get back to a semblance of normalcy.
Normalcy is the best solution for the bit of boredom I’m sure will make me stir crazy in a few more days.
