This was a very difficult week. Ankle-wise, I made progress by getting off my narcotic pain relief by Wednesday. Anytime I put my ankle down, even level, it would start to throb. This made getting up to go to the bathroom and caring for my baby a challenge. Once I was up and moving, the pain regulated, but then if I stayed with my foot down for a bit, it would begin to hurt a lot. The only relief was in putting it up on two pillows and icing it. I made several ice packs, my favorite (by far) was one made of corn syrup. When frozen, corn syrup stays very cold, but is a gel-like texture which molds around my ankle pleasantly. I would recommend to anyone that they grab some quart sized freezer bags and put about 2 cups of corn syrup in them. I had one on top, and another one on the bottom; since I had a lot of padding in my ankle wrapping, I didn’t put a towel down or anything.
The most difficult part of the week was in the family. I still wasn’t feeling well going in to the week and I didn’t really recover until late in the week. But it got worse than that. My baby got sick enough to warrant a trip to the ER (throwing up and screaming like crazy), then I got her virus, then my oldest daughter got it and then my husband got it. Meanwhile, I’m stuck on the couch, completely useless and frustrated. My mom had to come over on both Wednesday and Thursday to help my un-sick kids do homework and it was just all around miserable.
Plans were underway, however, for a light at the end of my tunnel. My mom had procured a pair of crutches and most importantly, a shower seat from Goodwill. We were planning on a trip to Chicago for my grandparents’ anniversary party (and birthday parties) but I had assumed that, having a broken leg, I would be unable to go. My mom found a way to make it possible for me to go, by arranging the middle seat in our minivan to accommodate me. Also amazing, my mom’s ingenuity enabled me to shower on Saturday morning. I had to tie a large garbage bag around my leg and rest it on the toilet seat, but I was really clean for the first time in two weeks. Wet wipes are great, but nothing beats a hot shower.
The weekend was exceptionally short, but really enjoyable for a number of reasons. First, I got to see many people in my extended family that I don’t often see. Another was that I got used to navigating on crutches and into difficult locations (bathrooms) which made me good. The biggest victory was ascending and descending the small flight of stairs at my grandmother’s house. In the morning, I will shower again at my mom’s house in preparation for my staple removal tomorrow. I’m excited and nervous to see what’s under this wrapping.
What happened next? Week 3