Yesterday, 09:26 PM
(Yesterday, 09:27 AM)BigMark Wrote: What I wrote in 2013...
Now lets talk about the broken ankle, three weeks later I had a two hour surgery installing eight screws and one plate, woke up in agonizing pain, it was horrible. Want to change your life? Break your fucking ankle!
Holy shit!!!
That’s awful. I have to get an MRI done to be sure I didn’t also tear a ligament (which would involve surgery)…early next week. I’m hoping not because as much as this injury hurt/hurts, I feel like it’s already getting better (and it’s not even the codeine! Barely taking any). Even though I’m being told I can’t (or shouldn’t) put any weight on it for at least the next 3+ weeks, I kinda call bs. I think in a week or so I could start putting light weight on it (if it keeps not hurting too badly) but I’m trying to be patient cuz I don’t want to fuck it up worse.
But ur experience is kind of like my nightmare. I’m so damn active every day (serious ADHD), I feel like I’d go crazy. It’s already making me nuts how little I can do (take garbage out? nope. Get laundry from downstairs to upstairs or vice versa…nope. Walk the dog? Fuck no.
Did you ever fully recover?
I would get depressed, TBH. I have a friend and she’s so damn zen “we’re all going to get older and lose abilities along the way…”. I get that but I don’t accept it. I can better accept shit that happens gradually; not the one day u can do x, y, z and the next BAM, ur world is completely different. That sucks.
Commando Cunt Queen