Shaving a numb leg is like brushing a tongue after Novocain. Very weird.
A Week of Firsts
- August 29, 2011: Eric is totally kicking my butt in PT. He had me walking without crutches while holding my hands in front of me. I took about 7 steps and then he walked away to take care of another matter. I was left out there in the middle of the floor without my crutches. It was like my ‘abandoned without crutches’ dreams only I was surrounded by people. Okay, so it really wasn’t like my dreams.
- I took my first step into the grocery store since before my accident. Scott and I did a big shopping and while I was worn out by the time it was over, I was also invigorated and liberated to be around all that food!
- I can now wiggle my big toe!
- If I really focus, I can wiggle my little toe separately from all the others (this was something I mastered pre-Trimalleolar fracture).
- I drove myself to PT – three times! It was hardly scary at all!
- I’ve had a realization about pain: I don’t like it, but I can totally tolerate it.
- I’ve had a second realization about pain: It keeps me present. It’s the latest and greatest trend in meditation.
- August 30, 2011: Received my new recumbent bike and took my ankle for a spin in Scott’s office. My favorite potted palm is in that room, and it was hanging directly in front of my face. I pretended I was biking on a tropical island. I ride for 30 minutes/day on my nonPT days. Every few minutes on the bike, I push with only my left ankle.
- I have moved up from 1 cord to 3 cords using my left ankle on the shuttle, AND I can place my foot past neutral on the shuttle with minimal pain.
- August 31, 2011: I can bear up to 56.5 pounds on my left ankle according to my scale.
- As of September 2, 2011, I am the 1-crutch wonder! YES! I can “walk” for short stints using just one crutch! Hooray! Now my task is to bear very very little weight on the crutch.
- I can do the wobble board with a whole lot more ease than two weeks ago – standing straight and tall for the first time.
- September 3, 2011: I was able to volunteer 5 hours at Natural Bridges. I was at an art table for most of that time – encouraging children to join the annual art contest. So, very little walking, which is probably a good thing given the uneven ground out there. But gosh – it was so beautiful and great to be outdoors!
- I wore jeans for the first time since July 3.
- September 5, 2011: I can bear 87 pounds on my left ankle! Woot! That’s 77.7% of my body weight! Granted, I could only hold it there for about 10 seconds. But hey, that’s darn good!
- I prepared Stella’s food for the first time. Today (outside of first thing this morning), I spent all day just using the one crutch. Oh the freedom! I can actually carry things with minimal effort. I envision that by next week at this time, I will have a bit more flexibility in my talus (fingers crossed, bring on the fairy dust) and will be able to walk instead of hobble on the one crutch.
- I made a salad – washed the lettuce n’ everything – balancing on my two legs UPRIGHT! I’ve been so lucky, because Scott has been taking such great care of me. Outside of getting my morning meal (cereal) and washing just a few dishes, I am doing very little in the kitchen.
- Did some laundry! Again, Scott has been taking care of that stuff. A couple weeks ago, I went to the washer down the stairs to our basement on my butt. It was unpleasant and then I was kind of stuck down there b/c it was hard to get vertical. I figured it all out, but then back away from doing it again until today.
- I realized that PT does NOT stand for Physical Therapy. It stands for Pain and Torture.
Here’s a shout-out to my virtual PT angel, Dan Vold. Thank you, Dan, for your continued support and for answering my many questions. I’m grateful for your time and knowledge!
But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
Adversity introduces a man to himself.
To see all the posts in the trimalleolar series, click away! Things DO get better!
Post #1 Me and My Trimalleolar: A Life-Changing Tripulation
Post #2 Me and My Trimalleolar: Transcending the Funk
Post #3 Me and My Trimalleolar: Tiny Bubbles of Progress
Post #4 Me and My Trimalleolar: A Healing Ankle
Post #5 Me and My Trimalleolar: Talus All About It
This is Post #6 Me and My Trimalleolar: A Week of Firsts
Post #7 Me and My Trimalleolar: Cast of Characters
Post #8 Me and My Trimalleolar: 9 1/2 weeks…
Post #9 Me and My Trimalleolar: The Screw, Some Scars, and a Busted Uvula
Post #10 Me and M Trimalleolar: Walk a Mile in My Screws
Post #11 Me and My Trimalleolar: 11 Months and Moving Right Along
Post #12: Me and My Trimalleolar Go to Mexico…with my husband and our pooch