I went for my 12 week check up at the hospital today. I didn’t get to see the x-rays but while the consultant is happy with the progress. I’m not.
12 weeks ago, I slipped down some wet steps, which resulted in me breaking both my Tibia and Fibula bones in my lower leg. I had the operation, even though I wasn’t sure, and was constantly reassured it would mean I would be up and walking sooner than when I broke my other leg (10 years ago).
Lies, all lies
Last time, I didn’t have the operation. I was in a full leg cast for 6 weeks, followed by another cast to above my knee for another 6 weeks. Finally a lower leg cast for another 4 weeks. After 4 months I went off to Marbella for a week and walked around Barcelona on my own. I was still stuck with a crutch but the healing process was progressing amazingly. It doesn’t feel like that progress is happening. So much for having the operation to help speed up the process.
The consultant said I was remembering my last break with rose-tinted glasses. I wanted to laugh. Maybe he was right but I still feel robbed. The reality is, I do have a little more flexibility. I can wash and shave my leg (a big deal!). I have been going out and in the evening I can take off my airboot and sleep as if nothing is wrong. Sat on the examination bed, it did look as if I was just fit and healthy. I don’t know how much consolation that is though.
New York from the cab-side
I’ll be heading off to New York in 4 weeks. It’s a city I love to walk around, but this time I’ll need to work out how to enjoy it while not being able to walk. It’ll be different and a great way to help highlight how to enjoy a city when you aren’t as able-bodied. I’ll need a good list of coffee shops and a lot of books that’s for sure.
I know it’s a patience that’s required but right now all I want to do is scream.