Matt calls me Claire "Lightning Bolt" Kiefer cause I move so fast. I have a hard time sitting still, can't stand being idle, and am prone to run to the kitchen even when I just want to get a cup of water. Matt is constantly trying to get me to sloooooow doooooown. And on Wednesday night, his wish came true:
my fractured cuboid bone
We walked up to the center of our neighborhood on Wednesday night for dinner and drinks, and afterwards, trotting across the street in my platform heels, I went SPLAT and broke my foot. Only, even that didn't slow me down. I still walked the 1/2 mile home, thinking it was just bruised . . . but then woke up to agonizing pain and swelling at 4 am . . . when I knew a doctor's visit was in order:
before ice/after ice
After being shuffled around (in a wheelchair!) from my general practitioner to radiology to podiatry back to radiology, I ended up with a bulky-ass CAST on my leg and a pair of crutches that I've grown to despise:
cast guy: "What color cast do you want??"
me: "BLACK. Like my mood."
Initially, I was upset about not being able to exercise and do fun stuff for the next 6 weeks, but now I don't even care about all that--I just want to be able to walk, for heavens' sake. It's super hard getting around on these crutches, and for the first time, I'm realizing how omnipresent stairs are. Thankfully, it was my left foot, so I can still drive. And thankfully, Matt has been a complete saint. He's basically done everything for me and not even batted an eye. I'm so grateful for him.
My biggest problem is that I can't carry anything. For instance, it is 11:45 am and I have yet to have a cup of coffee, because even if I can hobble into the coffee shop, I can't carry the damn cup from the counter to my car, thanks to the crutches. Any advice? I'm hoping it gets easier/slightly more natural, but my goodness, it's hard feeling completely dependent on other people. :(
Send me some healing vibes if you have em!