Stepping up a gear
Yesterday was a pretty big day. I turned a corner.
Last week I went back to the hospital to have my cast taken off. It was a big deal. At last! Freedom returned! I would be able to walk, to have a shower without putting a bag over my leg, to go up and down stairs. On. My. Own! I would be able to carry a cup of tea! You try doing that whilst wielding crutches in both hands. It would be bliss!
I was so excited. I spent a week planning my Post-Cast Shopping Trip… a dress, a pair of black jeans and a pair of boots. I’ve had my eye on them all, hoping they don’t sell out before I have my cast off and can try them on. I was looking forward to this more than I look forward to my birthday. And if you haven’t guessed by now, that’s a lot!
Once the cast was off I looked down at my leg. It felt weird; it was a funny colour and it wouldn’t obey me. I thought “Toes: point” and they all sat there, looking cheerfully up at me. “We can wiggle,” they said. “We’re good wigglers us.” “Any wiggling you want done – we’re the wigglers you want!” But they wouldn’t point.
Then my Dr arrived, and after a quick examination and a little chat informed me in a very calm and efficient manner that I would be having another cast put on. This one should only be for two weeks, and I should walk on it. I tried very hard not to be upset. It took a long time before I managed it.
So I made up my mind that this would be the very last time. When I go back at the end of the fortnight I will be walking normally and there will be no reason for me to have another cast. At all.
And yesterday I managed it. I started walking. Really walking. Without crutches or holding onto furniture or anything! Wednesday I couldn’t do it, Thursday I could. Simple as that.
I am very excited. I can go up and down the stairs without feeling like I’m about to launch myself down them head first. I can carry cups of tea! I still need to ‘bag up’ for a shower but what’s a little polyurethane between friends? I’ve been inventing reasons to walk around the house, and had a big ol’ amble through town. It’s not exactly a graceful glide, more of a lumbering lurch, but that’s not the point. Slowly and surely I’m getting back to where I was before all this happened. It’s taking time, but this is my first real concrete proof that it’s happening.
Now all I need to do is find a bag small enough that I can’t put too much stuff in it for my back, and I’ll be well along my little stepping stone path to my version of normality! 🙂