I broke my leg.
It’s strange how one minute my life is full of plans for the summer and near future – swimming with the kids, sewing clothes for myself, home redecorating ideas, gardening…. – and then the next minute all those plans are shot.
We were away from home for the holiday weekend visiting family, the kids in heaven running around my parents little farm. Then Vinny flashed his naughty smile and started running away from me down the gravel driveway. I took off after him as per our usual game, but then it went wrong. A dog leash… A porch… I landed funny on my right leg. Pain. Hours later in the ER, I learn I have a “medial tibial plateau fracture.” It was bad, I needed a trauma surgeon, but it had to wait for Monday.
Last Wednesday, I was admitted for inpatient surgery to bolt me back together with some metal plates and now I am at home recovering, riding the roller coaster between doses of pain killers and blood thinners, frustrated with the pain of the post-trauma swelling, and unable to do much of anything for myself. I’ve got 7 more weeks of not putting any weight on my foot, and then some unknown months of partial weight. Apparently, as far as leg breaks go, this was a rather crappy way to do it, and it was a totally freak accident.
I am frustrated and sad. I pride myself on my ability to do – to care for my family, to make things happen. Now, I must simply accept. Nothing is in my control. It’s humbling and it’s hard.
It will get easier. I will heal. I’ll start doing hand sewing projects, and after I recover from surgery, I’ll figure out how to sit at my machine again. I’ll sort out what this all means for this blog. In the mean time, this summer is going to be weird though.