tyty’s AchillesBlog

Hope this isn’t too much information, but I think it needs some background and is pretty amusing. My in-laws are crazy, they’re from a 3rd world country and are very… Crazy. I went with my husband for a family powwow so he could attempt to reason with them not to send his 17 year old, pregnant niece back to an abusive man who they arranged marriage for last year when she was barely 17. We took the wheelchair, which we normally take when going out. I’ve never really had to use it on carpet. We also have a  portable ramp at home so I’ve never had to negotiate 4 inch steps,

To make a long story short, after my sitting quietly for a couple of hours, (where they also accused my husband of not being a man because he was pushing a wheelchair) they started talking about the niece just needing “an adjustment period”.  My brain exploded, I yelled (I’m usually extremely quiet), “You people are all f’ing lunatics” and then attempted to roll out the door on really, really thick carpet (which was covered in a rug) using my “good” leg to scoot out of the room, I VERY slowly rolled past all of them and when I got to my husband  (after taking 10 minutes to go about 4 feet) said “give me my keys” (mind you I’m two weeks post-op and can’t drive). I kept  ”rolling” and finally got to the front door and realized I couldn’t roll down the 4″ step without risking falling out. At that point my husband and his father came running over, lifted the chair for me to get down where I continued rolling to the locked car and sat and waited.

My husband now refers to this as the “gorilla stomping episode” .

My right leg is doing well at 18 weeks even though I had to stop PT shortly into it to deal with left leg who is now at 2 weeks post surgery. I’m a little concerned about all the twisting and hopping I need to do on the recently healed/healing leg. Everything was going great but when I injured the other leg, I realized (since I now couldn’t put full weight on the newly injured foot) how weak it was because I would tip over when trying to stand. :-/

Today I had the incision looked at, leg re-splinted and re-wrapped (was hoping everything would go faster this time but NO!) . Ill have stitches out next week and was told to bring my boot, I did ask her about accelerating the weight bearing/PT process because I had to wait for 7 weeks with #1 and she said I could start both pretty soon after the boot this tine.  I was a little concerned that I wasn’t being as careful with my foot this time around and was afraid of what would be under the bandages but everything looked ok.

Going a little stir crazy. I was NWB for November 1st to December 31st. I reinjured in mid-January and limped around until this months surgery. On the other hand, I “know the drill” so I don’t have to work as hard in figuring out logistical things like baths, bathroom, getting in and out of cars, but I don’t feel any extra motivation to expend a whole lot of extra energy. It seems like all of the above are as equally draining as they were the first go around.

Charlie the cat and I have come to an understanding. I supply my recovering foot and he does whatever he wants. This includes sleeping on it, hanging off of it, biting my toes while I remain calm and try not to jerk my foot, running in front of me trying to trip me, and occasionally  trying to dump water on my bandages which aren’t supposed to get wet. I try not to run his tail over with the scooter. Business as usual.