I broke my ankle

I haven't used this blog in a long time. Maybe it is past time that I start getting my thoughts out there.

Well on Monday April 13th, 2015, it was a rainy day. I was going out the front door of my home and slipped on the wet tile. I went down hard. Everything hurt.... well of course 230 pound just slamming into the ground. Roxane called 911. This was about 2PM-ish. I went into surgery at 10PM. I turned out that I broke my left ankle in two places. The left side that has the bone part that sticks out to make "the ankle" had broken off entirely and now has two screws. The right side splintered and the very tip of the splinter was broken off. This side received a plate and four screws.

When I woke up from the anesthesia, I had a very hard time remembering what had happened and where I was. I had a very, very vivid dream that I was going somewhere. Hiking somewhere or flying somewhere. I needed to get new shoes for this trip. I didn't know where I was or what had happened. It was a fight to bring myself back to reality.

Released from the hospital on Tuesday morning. Spent the day on the couch. Not a place that I would recommend to anyone to be the day after surgery.Roxane took her time before she decided to leave to go to the Walgreen's to fill my prescription. I had fallen out of the coverage of the medication that I was on from the hospital. The pain had returned, by the time she returned. I was back and forth to the bathroom so many times. I think that I made my ankle to swell. She also had forgotten the aspirin and the prunes. Aspirin to help thin my blood and prevent clots. Prunes to help with bowel movements because all I am doing is sitting/laying down all day/night long. According to instructions, this is what needs to happen for the first three days....nothing.

Oh gawd, all I want to do is to complain and gripe. I broke my ankle. I would like some attention, and not just digital attention! Everyone is sending me their love, but it all comes digitally. So I don't feel the warmth. Roxane is very limited in what she can do, but to make me feel better she is always comparing what I am going through with her situation and how much worse she has it. "Now you know what I am going through." over and over again is not encouragement.

Yes she does have it worse than I do. When I had testicular cancer, I didn't decide to gain 50 pounds to help me feel better. Roxane has a hereditary condition where the bones in her feet are brittle and easily break. Her response to this is to weight over 350 pounds on her 5'4" frame. I will only be in a boot for six months maybe less, and in the mean time still work to lose the extra weight that I have to help my body be come healthier. I need to get down to a 32" waist.

BUT, she is here and without her. I would be the one getting my medication by walking 10 blocks to Walgreens in a pair of crutches. So yes, I do know that everything could be a lot worse than it is. I still just want to bitch, whine, complain and have someone just take my side for a few minutes sit next to me. Put their arm around me and hold me until I feel better.

OK .... so on to other projects and problems and changing my life.

Jude