Friends Week 8 Day 1

Ankle Update: Dr visit this Wed. I hope he tells me I can walk. John says I hope this since I'm doing it anyway. I wouldn't call it a walk. I have to use crutches and it is more of a limp, but it's a start. I can put my bare foot down, but can put barely any weight on this. It swells alot, but less than before and is not as purple. 

I still can't drive, but my projection is that I will be the end of November.  I don't have any pain. It is at the annoying phase when I get into another room, realize i need something from the room I was just in and REALLY really weigh out how bad I want it.  One thing I am proud of is that I haven't peed on myself. I must have good bladder control. Cause sometimes I put it off cause of the effort and sometimes I barely make it-- it is hard to crutch faster. I have been the victim of fart jokes and still made it! Those make me laugh so hard if there was an issue it would be apparent.

I also have given up my raised toilet seat......progress. Also, I can crutch up stairs without a panic attack.

Now to friends. I couldn't have survived this without my friends. I have lots of different kinds of friends. There is my best friend (John), my young friends (as John calls them), friends-lite, true blue friends, virtual broken ankle friends and friends i didn't know I had friends. All of my friends have been great with food, visits, phone calls, emails and just letting me know I haven't been forgotten, even if I'm not out there and around. I know that life can get busy and all my friends have different stage of life issues (school,toddlers, kid's activities, work...) and I am eternally grateful that I was included. I learned compassion from my friends. I am humbled by their stick to itiveness, when at times I smelled bad, was depressed, had nothing new to say, and couldn't help them much. 

After all, all of us want to matter for something, to someone. One of the reasons I decided to "retire" was that I  wasn't sure what i did really mattered. i knew being a mother really matters. I know that i had some patients with whom i had a true connection and that was what it was about for me. but if i heard one more  I am going to have to change cause you're not on my insurance, i would have said something i would have regretted. If that is all our relationship means by all means get another doctor "on your plan" and don't call me when your phone call isn't returned or he can't remember your name...ARRGH! 

But I regress. I have been thinking more about what i will do when I can walk and i will save that for another blog. 

for now, i will just get by with a little help from my friends!