The biggest change this week was that I got my temporary cast off! And my staples removed! Holy metal shards, that hurt! I was afraid of the pain of pulling the staples but was told by a number of people that “it wasn’t a thing,” well, they lied – it hurt. The nurse put steri-strips to keep the wound together while my skin finished healing.
The doctor said my bones looked good and gave me permission to flex my foot. I was surprised to discover that my foot was not able to make it to a flat position. Instead of a plaster cast like I was expecting, the doctor gave me a removable boot while means I can shower! Of course, the difficulty there is that my shower is upstairs. With my mom and husband’s help, we figured out a wonky way for me to get upstairs. I start at the bottom standing on my good leg and then placing my bad knee on the second step. Then my good leg goes on to the first step, my bad knee goes up to the third step, etc. The problem we had was getting to the landing (I need to turn a corner) and then the top of the stairs. In both cases, we put a stool on the landing which enabled me to get my good foot onto the flat surface without me having to jump. This is a huge relief for me. At 240 pounds, jumping up a step requires a babysitter and a whole lot of energy. Using my knee made me feel stable and safe during my “travels.” Once at the top of the stairs, I used the crutches for greater mobility. I have a chair in my bedroom that I sit on while getting dressed and a small table next to that for all the little necessities.
I am still sleeping on the couch so that I can take care of my daughter, but the ability to shower several times a week makes a huge difference. I was shocked on Tuesday when I took off the boot for the first time to shower when I discovered my entire ankle and foot were darkly bruised. It seems like the splint I had been wearing previously had slowed down blood flow enough that it didn’t bruise until it was removed. Also (weirdly) my toe nails on my bad leg haven’t grown since the accident. I managed to get my foot flat into the boot around Wednesday, which made things a little more comfortable. The swelling and bruising makes the boot uncomfortable at times, but I only take it off to shower or if it is really uncomfortable. I only iced it once.
This third week has been difficult. I’m relying on my older kids to be my “other adult” that helps me get things done, like washing baby bottles, picking things up off the floor, and helping me prepare food. The stress is wearing on everyone and we are all feeling a little snippy with each other. On Friday, I had some friends come over. The change is a wonderful bright spot in my week. My sister also came over with her two little boys. Since she’s due to have her C-Section on Monday, this is probably the last time I’ll see her in awhile. Sunday we celebrated my son and my niece’s birthdays. It was a good party which my sister had to run even though it was at my house since I’m not able to make it into anyone else’s house. Getting around, or rather the inability to get around, is definitely a struggle.
What happened next? Week 4