Week Eight: “I got this feeling inside my bones…”
(8 weeks post break / 7 weeks post ORIF)
At this point, I was very accustomed to my routine, and
feeling fairly independent at home. I even felt very self-assured away from
home, and felt confident in my ability to manage myself in public. I was
feeling no pain, and minimal discomfort- and was more than ready to move on to
the next phase in my ankle recovery.
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| TWO MORE WEEKS! |
Excited that this was the last cast that I would wear before
the boot- I didn’t mind being stuck in it for 2 final weeks. The end of this
phase was getting closer and closer- and I simply could not contain my excitement!
I was so excited about my orange cast, that I even bought an
orange/coral dress to match for an upcoming wedding! Haha! If I was going to be
in a leg cast, I was certainly going to make it part of an amazing outfit!
In addition, since I didn’t get out much these days- I put on
way too much makeup, all my favorite jewelry, and took about 50 selfies
throughout the day. If I was going to shower, shave my leg (ha!), do my hair, and
wear something other than bike shorts or baggy pajamas- I was sure as hell
going to document it.
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| All dressed up- and SOMEWHERE to go! |
The wedding was at an outdoor venue, with uneven gravel steps
for seating. I scooted over to the ceremony area, and found myself being the
star attraction at the event. I hopped off my scooter, strapped on my iWalk,
clung to my husband, and slowly wobbled my way down the first step so that I
could sit down, away from the crowds. The uneven steps and lack of railings
certainly tested my iWalk skills and my courage. I only stumbled and almost fell
over 3-4 times until we had to head to the reception (which, thankfully, was
indoors- and on solid ground).
As the music started, I was a little bummed by the fact that
I couldn’t dance all night- but the delicious food and drinks distracted me
from thinking about that for a large portion of the evening. That was…until,
our song came on!
“You know what, we’re doing this!” I exclaimed to my husband
as I strapped on my iWalk. Even though the song was half-way over by the time
that I managed to get strapped in and ready to dance, I was thrilled at the
prospect of swaying while clinging to my husband, and enjoying “Brown Eyed Girl”.
The swaying and shuffling ended along with our song, and the next song was much
faster and contemporary. As Justin Timberlake’s “Can’t stop the feeling” came
on, I sure as hell couldn’t stop now! Still holding on to my husband, I worked
in some fancy foot/peg-work and before long, I had a crowd around me- watching
the hilarity of my “dancing”.
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| Don't stop me now... ...I'm having such a good time!! |
To see more selfies and dance moves, follow me on Instagram: @abee_buzz
It looked like combination of the can-can, one-two step, and
finger-puppet dancing- but I sure as hell made it work! We all laughed, and
sang, and danced, and had an amazing time! I probably danced for 30 minutes
straight, until I could barely stay upright anymore. My ‘good’ leg was so
exhausted, but I had never felt happier and more capable. And my poor husband,
not only had to put up with my very eclectic dance moves, but was such a good
sport for having me draped around him the whole time!
It truly was one of the best nights since I broke my ankle,
and everything about it felt amazing!
And as we got home, I could not wait to be out and about
again!
As soon as my head hit the pillow- I was fast asleep.
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| 5 hour wedding: 15 hour nap. |
Wow- everything was so much more tiring and difficult with a
leg cast and a peg leg.
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I began learning my limitations, and began pushing them more
often. This was something that I did on purpose, making sure to listen to my
body. It allowed me to do more and more, stand longer, walk farther, and feel
more comfortable outside my home.
This was the point where I actually started to see more
progress, on a frequent basis. I could do a little bit more every day, I was
pretty much independent at work, and I had my routine down to a streamlined
science. I felt unstoppable, and consistently started to refuse the offers of
help that always poured in when people saw me on my scooter or my peg. I had
become a walking billboard for the iWalk and the knee scooter- and I stopped
minding that too much.
As week 8 came to a close, I was extremely excited that I only
had ONE MORE WEEK to go!
My last week in a leg cast!
My last week on the scooter!
My last week of being non weight bearing!
My last week of this stage in the healing process!
My last week of seemingly being on “PAUSE” in a movie about
my own life.
I could not wait to press “PLAY”.
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