It’s not the primary weight bearing bone in my right ankle, but still it’s a broken ankle. One of those silly falls last Thursday night did me in. Storms were moving in and I wanted to protect our potted plants to get them under the overhang. Two plants transferred successfully.
When I went down the four stairs for the last one, I glanced back at Charley to see if he was staying inside. Next thing I knew I’d lost my balance—either hit the last step sooner than I expected or missed it entirely, not sure—but the concrete wacked my knee, and I turned my ankle. Ended up on my back moaning up to the sky.
Bob was inside in the other side of the house in the bathroom. Knew he’d never hear if I yelled. So using my Pilates muscles, I sat up and used my arms to boost my hips up and backwards across a couple of feet of flat patio to the 4 steps where I repeated the process, all the time keeping my right leg and foot off the ground. Way to go Pilates!
Once inside I boosted myself onto the bench and then called for Bob. He came in and looked at the TV set. As I said, storms were coming in and he thought I’d called him to watch the weather report.
He wasn’t thrilled to hear what I’d done, but was very helpful then and since. He’s doing all the clothes washing. We have a very tight space for the Washer & Dryer, and I can’t get back there in my wheelchair.
I have such a better appreciation for folks who live in a wheel chair all the time. I have a good left leg to support me for transferring and standing and still it’s tough. If you’ve ever for a minute thought it was a waste of time to put in those ramp crosswalks that go over the curb, try getting around in a wheel chair for a time. It will change your mind.
And if you’re not doing some upper body muscle building, you better get to it. You’ll be really glad you did.
When we remodeled, we put in wider doorways and a grab bar in our master bedroom for possible use a long time in the future. So glad we did. And we have an extra door from our bedroom to the driveway. It was so we could build a covered walkway and not get wet when it rained. So glad we did. Bob pulls up right next to it, and I can step out of the car and into the wheel chair pretty easy. So glad we did these things.
As I write this on Tuesday, I still haven’t been into see an orthopedic doctor. Sure hope I don’t have to have surgery that he/she can just put it in a cast and it will heal itself. Still probably looking at 6 weeks or more not at full speed. And we haven’t finished all the unpacking a throwing out.
I can’t say enough about how wonderful our kids have been. I know they had other things planned for this past weekend, but they just jumped in with both feet. Packing up the leftovers from the house, carting to wherever stuff needed to go, repairing the roof of the boat dock, washing it off, washing clothes, and generally helping us get settled. We’d have been lost without them.
They got a reward on Monday with a little water play.
Bob returned to work on Tuesday, so during the days, they’re my wheels if I need to go to the doctor or to get my hair done. I remember so well, doing this for my mom. Life is certainly a cycle.
So how about you. What’s your experience with broken bones and caring for parents or being cared for by your kids?
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