Located: On my couch, with my cast and toes above my nose.
Listening to: Million Dollar Listing New York: Ryan’s Wedding
Thinking about: What it will feel like to walk again. *sigh* And drive again. And pee at 3am without getting on my scooter to head to the bathroom.
So remember that MRI I had last month? 2 completely torn ligaments. 1 partially torn ligament. 1 fracture. And I was walking around on it for a month…whoops. Doc threw me in a cast for 6-8 weeks. Then a walking boot for 2 weeks after that. Then physical therapy after that. Oh yeah, and I’m non-weight bearing. Meaning, I can’t even walk in this cast.
I had to cancel two trips because I’m not allowed to fly — blood clots. Oh and my Thanksgiving holiday may be in jeopardy too if I don’t heal well because my family doesn’t live within a 1,000 mile radius and I always have to fly to see them. Plus, did I mention this is my right foot, so I’m not allowed to drive. Not only can I not really push on the pedal, it’s also illegal allegedly. (I asked.)
Looking forward to: A weekend to relax and reflect. I really can’t do much else. #castlife
Drinking: La Croix water. Duh. (I have problems.)
Thankful for: Fucking awesome, helpful coworkers who are kind enough to drive me to and from work. I don’t know what I’d do without them. Well I do, I’d Uber, but that shit adds up. Plus, a dear friend of mine from elementary school (!) set up a Meal Train for me and friends came out of the woodwork to donate and make sure I was able to have stuff delivered to my house. I was so touched.
The hubster also flew home last weekend to tend to my immobile ass and it was really nice having him by my side. I got to sit on the wall of Fort Lauderdale Beach and just relax. It’s one of my favorite spots in the world.
Worried about: If this is the last cast I’ll have. Yes, I’ve had two so far in this immobilization process. She wants me in a cast for 2 weeks at a time, come back to be examined and then re-casted (is that a verb?) again. This last time I asked if it would be the last cast and she said to not get my hopes up, but to bring my walking boot for my next appointment in 2 weeks.
SO SEND POSITIVE WALKING VIBES MY WAY, PEOPLE.
Laughing about: The bell one of my coworkers got for my scooter. I’d say it’s pretty spot on for me, eh? Plus, my brother and sister-in-law got me some sweet flowers and streamers to attach to my scoots.
Mad about: Being lied to. Never feels good. Feels worse that the person who is lying 1) thinks it’s okay and 2) doesn’t think you know. Rise above it, Caroline. Riiiiiise above it. (Yes, this is the same thing as last month. Apparently, I’m like flypaper for liars.)
Curious about: This next month. Not only is it our busy season at work, one of our writers has resigned and well, it will hopefully be a smooth transition while we hire another one. Additionally, you know, I’m quite immobile, so everything takes me twice as long to do, including making lunch or dinner. And peeing. God peeing is the worst, hopping up and down on my good leg to pull my pants down. So mix in busy season, an added workload, stress and being limited to one leg…let’s just say I’m curious how it will end up.
I’m meditating in the mornings.
Also, drinking tequila at night.