“These damn kids and their new trends.”
Random old lady was of course referring to my trendy walking boot and shoe combination. I just smiled, can’t see getting into an argument with an old woman, she might start talking gout.
Speaking of gout, I had a woman the other day start petting my boot asking what I had done to myself…. creepy.
He said his work was perfect but I wasnt ready yet. Ahh, the egoism of surgeons. Two more weeks of no wieght than another visit to doctor perfect.
Why are negative emotions such a bad thing? Why as a society must we insist everything will get better or get so frustrated with someone else’s negative emotions that we get angry and either change the subject and walk away? Case and point tomorrow I find out whether or not I get to learn to walk again or if I have to stay non weight bearing for another few weeks. No matter what the outcome; I am petrified. Granted, I have already been down what I considering 6 weeks of grueling road and the thought of getting completely well or staying as I am scares me.
My family and some friends that I have spoken to won’t let me be scared, they cut me off and explain how okay everything is going to be or they start yelling that I am throwing myself a pity party. Why can’t I express my sadness without hearing cliché after cliché? I want to scared; I want to be sad until the feeling subsides naturally – after I know everything is going to be okay. I am not preaching doom and gloom, I just want to be sad when I am sad.
When did we as a society ban negative emotions? When did they become bad and scary instead of being simply what they are? My parents keep insisting that I have needed meds throughout this whole process. Yes, chemically induce happiness into a situation that I have every right not to be happy about so that no one has to deal with anything negative. Society you are brilliant. That being said, I will find some chemically induced happiness or at least a chemically induced haze until tomorrow is over.
I knew I could count on you, percicept.
Now bed with my stuffed dragon to keep me company.
Rise and shine, it’s almost 2pm. I just woke up. I miss the stability of going to work. Stupid ankle.
Vitamin E oil is sticky. Just thought I would share. That and I get nauseous when I rub it on my scar. You’re welcome. I can also feel the plate while I rub. That makes me more nauseous and then I get flooded with upset that I am deformed.
I think too much. Let my mind wander too much. Get nauseous too easily.
I don’t like admitting things about myself to myself. I go with the thought process that some things are better left unsaid. Which is true, because when certain things are realized too much has to be said to fix it. unfortunately, all of this time off from work has driven me insane and cause much too much thinking. If I had a job where I got to sit all day, I could have gone back after two weeks… no such luck.
So with what promises to be my final non weight bearing doctors appointment 48 hours away, I am having a total emotional shut down. Typically, I avoid doing things I don’t like and drop out of things that are too hard for me or find some way around the hard work to get the desired result. Story of my life, I have found short cuts for school, work, life and have been doing brilliantly. As I just realized there is no short cut for this I have totally shut down. There is no short cut, it is too hard and I don’t want to do it. Triple threat. Big, looming, triple threat.
Why is the human body so stupid. It can get injured but it needs the help of a third party to get itself back into gear. It isn’t broken anymore so why can’t I just get up and frolic? So not in the mood for physical therapy. I have no inspiration, no goals, I just want to lay here until medical science comes up with a better human body. Like the movie ‘Surrogates’… you can’t get hurt if you are controlling things from bed with your mind all day. I know what happened in the movie, the real people eventually got hurt but no one broke anything. And if they had, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, their Surrogates were doing the living for them. Real life should work on catching up to science fiction faster.
How to pick up a dropped object or dropped crutch without falling over:
After falling once or twice trying to pick up a dropped object I have devised a full proof method not to fall over while picking up objects. One, drop object. Two, lean crutches against the wall. Three, lean self against the wall and slowly slide down the wall until you are sitting firmly on the ground. Sitting is safe, you can’t fall while sitting. At least, I don’t fall while sitting. If you fall while sitting, we will devise a personal plan for you. Four, scoot to your object, then scoot with the object on your lap and reach up and place object on a table. Five, prop yourself up on your good foot and use the chair and table as leverage. Six, hop to or have someone hand your your crutches.
Fantastic, no falling.