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saffronhare) wrote2010-12-03 10:13 pm
moment of self-indulgent harumph
My foot is having a no-good-very-bad year. Back in September, I went in to get my right foot checked out because it had been really bothering me. Turns out I'd broken it earlier in the summer and it wasn't healing so well. Cue a few weeks of sick-making anti-inflammatory meds and "taking it easy," which wasn't ultimately very successful, followed by some more recent time of using a walking boot. It seemed to be doing some better, so I was returning to some activity. Then, yesterday, I rolled my foot while stepping off a curb and OMG PAIN. Fresh, stabbity pain. So I'm back in the boot for probably another six weeks and praying that does the trick. Because insurance is uncertain right now and I'm terrified of surgical re-breaking and placing a pin or whatever nightmare treatment/rehab lurks in el mundo malo, even if it could be afforded.
It's making me crazy, this not being able to get around well in our home of many stairs. I can't walk or run or dance. I can't get things done, and even driving is difficult. Going to bed at night hurts, because of the pressure from the mattress or blankets on the side of my foot. I'm tired of trying to have a sense of humor about it. I hate being back to clomping around in the boot, which is exhausting. I hate having to ask for help. I hate knocking things over and tripping and feeling off balance all the time. HATE. HATE. HATE
And now, I will take my medicine and rest/put the effing foot up, so I can shed the crappy attitude and reboot my afternoon. Ha.
It's making me crazy, this not being able to get around well in our home of many stairs. I can't walk or run or dance. I can't get things done, and even driving is difficult. Going to bed at night hurts, because of the pressure from the mattress or blankets on the side of my foot. I'm tired of trying to have a sense of humor about it. I hate being back to clomping around in the boot, which is exhausting. I hate having to ask for help. I hate knocking things over and tripping and feeling off balance all the time. HATE. HATE. HATE
And now, I will take my medicine and rest/put the effing foot up, so I can shed the crappy attitude and reboot my afternoon. Ha.
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Don't let it get you down, dear. I do understand but you gotta take care of yourself first sometimes.
*hugs*
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At the hospital we have something called "waffle boots" which are basically soft, air-inflated booties that velcro over the feet to keep patients from having issues with pressure sores, etc. I wonder if something like that would help your sleep.
I agree with Susi in that you may have to suck it up and really remand yourself to the couch for a while until you heal. I don't want to see this become a permanent issue for you. Lots of love and positive healing vibes for you, m'dear.
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*pat*pat*
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(Oh, in case you've ever wondered... sheep make me happy [even the smell of wet wool makes me happy]... that's why they wind up as the pic so often... I'm giving other people my happy sheep)