The Recovery Continues


It’s peculiar.

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:

Image by The Naughty Corner

Image by The Naughty Corner

I’ve found things to keep me busy, and to keep Cousin Boredom at bay. I’ve taken to dressing up my foot:

Please note the little red cape. Image by The Naughty Corner.

Please note the little red cape. Image by The Naughty Corner.

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:

Let it go... Image by The Naughty Corner

Let it go… Image by The Naughty Corner

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.


6 responses »

  1. You can keep having random conversations with me via instagram.
    However it’s a bit concerning that even a temporarily wheelchair bound person finds shopping in our largest chains so difficult.
    I honestly (haven’t given it deep thought but) would have believed that as the leader in our grocery industry they would have a great policy for dealing with that.


    • You’d think so, wouldn’t you. I’ll screenshot the conversation between myself and Woolworths (via Facebook) – it was the best way I could think of to make sure I had a record of what both parties said, particularly given the social media side of, well, social media. It’s been appalling but hopefully I’m experiencing a series of “one-off” events…


  2. I have another friend who is also temporarily wheelchair bound after being hit by a car and having her vertebra broken in several locations. Luckily, this is not a permanent thing, and she can still occasionally stand, however, she has discovered (living in the inner city of Sydney) that without catching cabs, she is actually unable to access a large number of places. She is unable to go shopping unassisted. it is very, very frustrating for her.

    I do LOVE the little cape on your Super-foot 🙂

    I also love the hooking you have been doing 🙂 some beautiful work 🙂


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