Not going to say where or how but it was somewhere with really good insurance.
As I go through life I can look at something and decide if I want to do it and pretty much know how fun it will be. To date, only motorcycling has surprised me, it's 1.5x as much fun.
Busting your ankle is about 300% worse than it looks, by watching others hobbling around. Unlike work, which after 8 hours you can go drinking, a busted ankle follows you home and keeps you up nights. I managed a "trimalleor fracture" which basically means once one bone decides to snap, the other two can't handle the increased load and they go down like dominoes.
Because luck is not on my side, maybe I spat on a gypsy without knowing it, I maanged to make it my right foot... my gas pedal foot.
Wife is alternating between saint and barely tolerable. Naturally I'm not too much fun to be with either. I'm not in control of very much which really sucks. She even lays my clothes out. My 4 year old gets to pick his t-shirt.
I got a note from the Dr for a temporary handicapped parking placard that she won't take to the DMV to "fill" because, in her words, "you won't be driving anywhere by yourself and I can drop you at the entrance then go park."
I'm trying to line up a knee scooter so I can use my hands-- crutches take all my grasp-- and do stuff like dishes and cooking. My sole automatic vehicle is a volvo with a center console/ transmission tunnel where I can't stash my right foot and use my left to drive. (Yet) Trying to line up my BIL's cutlass ciera... junky as it is with a wonky jury rigged transmission, I did the jury rigging and have a degree of confidence in it. And that car has a wide open bench seat.
My work is being great to me. I am one of 2.5 people who can do my job. I just don't want to become "irrelevant", something my boss and coworkers agree I'm absolutely not. Have also given their human resources a pet case for figuring out their FMLA policy. My main thing is I'm confident I can do 90% of the workload from a wheelchair. (I can do it from a chair-chair but would be getting up on crutches many times an hour and would rather just wheel around the room.) The biggest hurdle is driving in!
So the wife is off getting some handicapped grab bars for the bathroom. They look fufu but are dandy handy. I hate using crutches for two strides between the loo and the sink, getting the crutches smeared in pee-hands.
This will help. Now as the control freak that I am, I'll have to describe where my cordless drill lives, and invariably listen to my wife stripping a phillips bit... b/c she "has" to use "drill" mode instead of a clicky torque one. I'm sweating this tool abuse for hours now!
This lack of control is going to go on for six weeks!!! It's the biggest pain-- the actual ankle pain is only a 2/10, so I'm lucky there. Knock wood. Getting surgery in a few days, screws and plates and whatnot in bone. Surgeon says sometimes he leaves the screws in and lets them eventually snap from metal fatigue. That must feel good to the patient.
So, what's the lesson for you all? Keep your house tidy, so you can describe your methods to others, and so you won't be tripping over your own stuff. Have a plan on what to do if hobbled if you live on multiple stories; thankfully I have a lavatory on each floor. Don't be rigid on how you cook/ keep your car/ organize files-- still working on that!!!! Live each day, yadda yadda. [censored], in my dreams, I'm still walking on two feet!!!
As I go through life I can look at something and decide if I want to do it and pretty much know how fun it will be. To date, only motorcycling has surprised me, it's 1.5x as much fun.
Busting your ankle is about 300% worse than it looks, by watching others hobbling around. Unlike work, which after 8 hours you can go drinking, a busted ankle follows you home and keeps you up nights. I managed a "trimalleor fracture" which basically means once one bone decides to snap, the other two can't handle the increased load and they go down like dominoes.
Because luck is not on my side, maybe I spat on a gypsy without knowing it, I maanged to make it my right foot... my gas pedal foot.
Wife is alternating between saint and barely tolerable. Naturally I'm not too much fun to be with either. I'm not in control of very much which really sucks. She even lays my clothes out. My 4 year old gets to pick his t-shirt.
I'm trying to line up a knee scooter so I can use my hands-- crutches take all my grasp-- and do stuff like dishes and cooking. My sole automatic vehicle is a volvo with a center console/ transmission tunnel where I can't stash my right foot and use my left to drive. (Yet) Trying to line up my BIL's cutlass ciera... junky as it is with a wonky jury rigged transmission, I did the jury rigging and have a degree of confidence in it. And that car has a wide open bench seat.
My work is being great to me. I am one of 2.5 people who can do my job. I just don't want to become "irrelevant", something my boss and coworkers agree I'm absolutely not. Have also given their human resources a pet case for figuring out their FMLA policy. My main thing is I'm confident I can do 90% of the workload from a wheelchair. (I can do it from a chair-chair but would be getting up on crutches many times an hour and would rather just wheel around the room.) The biggest hurdle is driving in!
So the wife is off getting some handicapped grab bars for the bathroom. They look fufu but are dandy handy. I hate using crutches for two strides between the loo and the sink, getting the crutches smeared in pee-hands.
This lack of control is going to go on for six weeks!!! It's the biggest pain-- the actual ankle pain is only a 2/10, so I'm lucky there. Knock wood. Getting surgery in a few days, screws and plates and whatnot in bone. Surgeon says sometimes he leaves the screws in and lets them eventually snap from metal fatigue. That must feel good to the patient.
So, what's the lesson for you all? Keep your house tidy, so you can describe your methods to others, and so you won't be tripping over your own stuff. Have a plan on what to do if hobbled if you live on multiple stories; thankfully I have a lavatory on each floor. Don't be rigid on how you cook/ keep your car/ organize files-- still working on that!!!! Live each day, yadda yadda. [censored], in my dreams, I'm still walking on two feet!!!
