If you will indulge me, I want to whine and complain just a bit. A few weeks ago I fell and broke my ankle (well actually my fibula). I also tore my ligament on the other side of my ankle and severely sprained several fingers as I tried to catch myself on the way down. I knew the minute I fell that it was bad.
It is hard to do everything, and even sleeping is difficult, trying to find a position where my foot doesn’t hurt. I am trying to keep a good attitude, but I have to admit my patience is wearing thin.
My husband has been an absolute saint. I need help with almost everything, and ALL of the household chores have fallen to him. He has been so kind, so I am trying my best to stay positive, but it is a struggle.
Most of us don’t realize how much we take for granted. Simply getting out of bed, getting dressed and brushing your teeth are now chores that take me inexorable amounts of time. Speaking of beds, I cannot get upstairs to my own bed, so I am staying in the guest bedroom for the time being.
Two weeks feels like an eternity so far, and I know it’s going to take a lot more time before I am back to normal. I am working hard at appreciating the little things. I am usually a bit of a control freak, so this is great practice at letting go.
I am trying to view this as a good learning opportunity, a chance to slow down and really focus on appreciating my life, but I will admit...it's hard to be patient.