Broken Ankle - Day 10

I have now made it over the hump and have [slightly] less than three weeks left before I can hopefully ditch the crutches/scooter. Two weeks and six days, to be precise.

Ever since I got home, my leg/ankle has been more sore, maybe just because I'm more aware of it since I'm not on vacation, or maybe because I haven't been elevating it as much. Or maybe both. It's mostly my foot and leg that hurt, rather than my ankle; I think the heavy boot might be contributing.

I feel kind of gross because I haven't been showering regularly since I need Derek's help to do so since it's difficult, and I also haven't been outside today yet because it was still cloudy when I usually have been taking my vitamin D break in the afternoon. Also, the kitchen is really gross since it's hard for me to clean up. I was a afraid I nearly hurt my ankle more this morning because the refrigerator was disorganized now and stuff was falling out of it when I opened the door.

Spent some time daydreaming about potential weekend breaks for our anniversary, which would come right after I get the boot off in September. Hopefully, Coronavirus will have decreased by then and there would be somewhere fun to go.

So not really any new developments to report today.

Broken Ankle - Day Nine

I know that in the grand scheme of things, especially in terms of recent worldwide events, a broken ankle is super minor. But my god, it's frustrating me.

I found an old lady who documented the days of her broken ankle progression online, and I thought I might do so too, maybe to make myself feel better. And hey, I get to practice writing, which aside from writing for work, I never do.

So here I am, at day nine of a broken ankle. I just got home yesterday from a really nice long weekend getaway at Wallowa Lake. Here's the view from the living room. Pretty nice, huh?

The first few days with the ankle, I was at home and using crutches, which was miserable. Then my husband rented a knee scooter for me, but I didn't start really using it until the morning we were leaving for Wallowa Lake. I felt pretty proud of myself that I was able to make my own breakfast and tidy up the kitchen that morning. I also figured out an easier way to get out of the house by hopping down the porch steps and then using the scooter through my neighbor's yard and down their driveway. (Getting back up the porch steps yesterday when I got home was quite another matter, unfortunately--I gave up and crawled. Humiliating.)

But during my mini-break last weekend, I was able to do everything with my knee scooter except go to the beach. I even scooted around a few blocked of Joseph's main street. So the trip was great, and wished I didn't have to go home. That weekend, when I took off my boot-cast for a shower, my ankle and foot were looking a bit better--less swollen. And the scab on my other knee with healing and starting to fall off, so that's a good sign too.

Once I got home last night, I felt very grumpy that I was now subject to the narrow hallways, hairpin turns, and tiny rooms of my home that are much more difficult to maneuver a scooter through than the spacious open floor plan of the vacation home, but I am getting used to it this morning. I am trying to be less grumpy today. The weather is really good, and I can sit on the deck in the sun, at least. Twenty-two days until my follow-up appointment, where I get a new x-ray, and hopefully the doctor will say I'm done with crutches/scooter and that I can put weight on the booted foot.

Here's a photo of Hell's Canyon, which I was able to see, in spite of the boot.