Sunday, October 11, 2015

My lesson in patience

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.

4 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry you broke your ankle. I broke my elbow a year ago, flipping over my bike. My elbow was stuck at 90 degrees for a long time and I had physical therapy to get range of motion back. It's amazing the patience required when you lose the ability to do what you once were able to do so easily. Visiiting from Small victories

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    1. Thanks Valerie - It was especially tough not being able to use my hand and my foot, but thank goodness my hand wasn't broken, only badly sprained. At least I do have plenty of time to read and work on writing. Thanks for stopping by my blog

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  2. I can totally relate to you, Laurie.
    After brain surgery, I spent 6 months doing very little. Every week I was better, but I'm still only a shadow of what I used to be a couple of days before getting into hospital.
    Sometimes we are forced into certain situations to develop patience.
    Thank you for sharing your story.

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    1. Thanks so much Debbie, I guess it is all a matter of perspective, for me a few months feel like forever right now, but i know it could be much worse. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog

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