***Let's get physical...
(After putting some thought into it, I edited out the stuff leading to the accident. I didn't enjoy it while it was happening, so I can only assume you don't want to read about it.)
Time slowed down to a crawl and about half way through the roll I thought I was done. That's when I tried to get back up and realized I was still rolling. (I believe this is where the break occurred.) The original plan was to jump up and get on the bike and take off before the cops showed up with my ticket. That's all that was on my mind.
As I tried to get up I realized I must have popped my leg out of the socket. (Still thinking positive.) After the worst ambulance ride ever (I think the driver thought he was at "Camp Jeep") I arrived at the hospital. 7:00 PM on a Wednesday night. No food or drink for me, I may go in any minute for surgery. At about 4:30 AM they brought me from the ER to my room. I was going into surgery around 8:00 AM so no food or drink for me. Around 4:00 PM Thursday I went in for surgery. They put the mask over my nose and after a few seconds I looked up at the guy sitting next to me. He said "Oh, you're awake." and took me back to my room. Where did the time go? Why didn't they tell me to count down from 10 so they could laugh when I didn't make it to 9? Definitely not what I was expecting.
The scar is maybe 2 inches long but it looks gross. I don't really care for it. Physical Therapy is actually not bad. I've gone 3 times a week for about 3 weeks now. My home routine they gave me seems like a lot more stretching, whereas the actual therapy at the hospital seems to be more about working with resistance. They tell me what to do, but I still do a little extra. I have already made the decision that I want to walk normal again. And I think most of the exercises are for little old ladies with hip replacements. And I also realized if I can do more without it hurting, I might as well go for it.
I've had a different therapist each time I've gone in. Which seems to be good because they all seem to go about it a different way. I have the feeling the one last Friday thought I was cute because she kept trying to make sure I was comfortable. And when I would tell her I'm fine she'd still stuff pillows under my knees. I believe she said "If I can't make you more comfortable, I don't feel like I'm doing my job.". Either way I didn't feel I was "pushed" quite as hard as I have been in some sessions.
Monday morning was a different story. With family and the holidays, i didn't really get my home exercises done properly Saturday and Sunday. So of course Monday they decided it was time to use thicker tension straps, and to strap weights to my ankle. Needless to say, I felt it when I got home. But it was a good thing.
I toughed it out and went to work today. It really wasn't bad, but I had to fight the urge of feeling overwhelmed. I haven't been in the office in a month so a few things had gotten backed up. Everyone went out of their way to help me with anything they could. It was a nice feeling. I think I could have made it through the day, but after being off work for that long, all I wanted to do all afternoon was be home with Hannah. So I left an hour early. I figured if I was going to milk it, i might as well do it the first day. If I worked a full day all week, then left early on Friday, someone may catch on.
Quite a few people came by to visit, and most were pretty shocked that I was walking around already (although it was on crutches). I guess it's typical at any workplace. If you're not there to tell the story, by the time you arrive it's blown up. I believe by the time I got there I was hit head on by a train which jumped the track and slid us both off a cliff, landed on top of me, and exploded on impact. Wait, I think that's exactly what happened. My memory is kind of fuzzy.
Okay, it's not really fuzzy. I was totally geared up and don't have a scratch on me. That, and I didn't hit the ground until I was already in the dirt. The main thing I've taken away from this is not to break any more bones. It's embarrassing, takes twice as long to get anywhere on crutches, and every day you think about how you can't wait until you can walk again. But all in all I think I got off light. It could have been a lot worse. Sorry to scare you all.
And for the record, no matter how bummed out you may get, $300 worth of Fireworks will put a smile on your face.
***Olivia Newton John, but I was thinking more of the Revolting Cocks version which is pretty much NSFW. REVCO for the win!
Time slowed down to a crawl and about half way through the roll I thought I was done. That's when I tried to get back up and realized I was still rolling. (I believe this is where the break occurred.) The original plan was to jump up and get on the bike and take off before the cops showed up with my ticket. That's all that was on my mind.
As I tried to get up I realized I must have popped my leg out of the socket. (Still thinking positive.) After the worst ambulance ride ever (I think the driver thought he was at "Camp Jeep") I arrived at the hospital. 7:00 PM on a Wednesday night. No food or drink for me, I may go in any minute for surgery. At about 4:30 AM they brought me from the ER to my room. I was going into surgery around 8:00 AM so no food or drink for me. Around 4:00 PM Thursday I went in for surgery. They put the mask over my nose and after a few seconds I looked up at the guy sitting next to me. He said "Oh, you're awake." and took me back to my room. Where did the time go? Why didn't they tell me to count down from 10 so they could laugh when I didn't make it to 9? Definitely not what I was expecting.
The scar is maybe 2 inches long but it looks gross. I don't really care for it. Physical Therapy is actually not bad. I've gone 3 times a week for about 3 weeks now. My home routine they gave me seems like a lot more stretching, whereas the actual therapy at the hospital seems to be more about working with resistance. They tell me what to do, but I still do a little extra. I have already made the decision that I want to walk normal again. And I think most of the exercises are for little old ladies with hip replacements. And I also realized if I can do more without it hurting, I might as well go for it.
I've had a different therapist each time I've gone in. Which seems to be good because they all seem to go about it a different way. I have the feeling the one last Friday thought I was cute because she kept trying to make sure I was comfortable. And when I would tell her I'm fine she'd still stuff pillows under my knees. I believe she said "If I can't make you more comfortable, I don't feel like I'm doing my job.". Either way I didn't feel I was "pushed" quite as hard as I have been in some sessions.
Monday morning was a different story. With family and the holidays, i didn't really get my home exercises done properly Saturday and Sunday. So of course Monday they decided it was time to use thicker tension straps, and to strap weights to my ankle. Needless to say, I felt it when I got home. But it was a good thing.
I toughed it out and went to work today. It really wasn't bad, but I had to fight the urge of feeling overwhelmed. I haven't been in the office in a month so a few things had gotten backed up. Everyone went out of their way to help me with anything they could. It was a nice feeling. I think I could have made it through the day, but after being off work for that long, all I wanted to do all afternoon was be home with Hannah. So I left an hour early. I figured if I was going to milk it, i might as well do it the first day. If I worked a full day all week, then left early on Friday, someone may catch on.
Quite a few people came by to visit, and most were pretty shocked that I was walking around already (although it was on crutches). I guess it's typical at any workplace. If you're not there to tell the story, by the time you arrive it's blown up. I believe by the time I got there I was hit head on by a train which jumped the track and slid us both off a cliff, landed on top of me, and exploded on impact. Wait, I think that's exactly what happened. My memory is kind of fuzzy.
Okay, it's not really fuzzy. I was totally geared up and don't have a scratch on me. That, and I didn't hit the ground until I was already in the dirt. The main thing I've taken away from this is not to break any more bones. It's embarrassing, takes twice as long to get anywhere on crutches, and every day you think about how you can't wait until you can walk again. But all in all I think I got off light. It could have been a lot worse. Sorry to scare you all.
And for the record, no matter how bummed out you may get, $300 worth of Fireworks will put a smile on your face.
***Olivia Newton John, but I was thinking more of the Revolting Cocks version which is pretty much NSFW. REVCO for the win!
posted by H1 @ 7:40 PM
4 Comments:
And seeing your nephew act like a crazy man! Great times. Missing you guys all ready!
Ian dancing was awesome! Just hilarious! Miss you guys too. Feel free to come back asap. :)
Glad you're well. Probably hundreds of people have prayed for you. It obviously worked! Looking forward to heading your way again! XXXOOO
Hope they're still being nice to you at work. And yes, the fireworks were awesome (do it again at 4th of July?)
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