I felt so very free when the bandages came off and I was suddenly able to shower and to sleep without the brace on. Well, that feeling of freedom lingers, however it has a cousin – a very strong cousin – that seems to have come along for the ride.
Cousin Boredom is potentially a bit of a hillbilly. I imagine his nasal twang as he lists the things I cannot do, all of which are missing the “g” at the end: cookin, cleanin, shoppin, drivin, walkin… Cousin Boredom has a tendency to identify the things I would like to do, but cannot.
Well, if you missed it, I am still recovering from the ankle reconstruction I had a couple of weeks ago. We are now three weeks post-op – almost to the hour! Here’s how the ankle is currently looking:
I’ve found things to keep me busy, and to keep Cousin Boredom at bay. I’ve taken to dressing up my foot:
And I’ve become a fan of what I am fondly referring to as “Recovery Hooking”. So far the tally is two baby jackets, a cot blanky, a handful of headbands and this little baby:
One thing I’ve had my eyes yanked open to in this recovery period is what it’s like trying to do basic things, like groceries, in a wheelchair. It’s really, really hard. And it’s something that needs to be improved. After a couple of extremely horrid experiences at the local Woolworths, I contacted the supermarket chain. I’ve been assured they’re equally concerned about this, however their concern hasn’t flowed over to ringing me, as promised, today.
Now, the thing is, for me? This is going to be a short phase in my life. But I have people in my world who don’t have the luxury of knowing that their time in a wheelchair is short-lived. People who have grown older in ways that have resulted in them needing wheelchairs or walkers. People with significant disabilities. People who are always going to have a bloody hard time just buying some milk, or getting some cold meat at the deli.
Could it be that Cousin Boredom has awoken the activist in me?
I’ll keep you posted.