Yesterday was my two-months anniversary since dumbass Joe ran his stupid head full speed into the back of my ankle; broke the bone and I step-cussed and broke two more. Two-months since Husband became Nurse Shrek and was suddenly responsible for the care and well being of three dogs, the house and all that comes with running it and one whiney weepy drugged up broken wife.
It’s been a looooooong two-months. I figured I have spent a lot of that time focusing on what I can't do with stupid Broken Ankle so today I'll just focus on what I can do: I can walk WITHOUT crutches! Yee Ha!!! So what if with every step I’m lurching like a drunken toddler walking on a ship in a storm? And so what if every time I take Boot off Broken Ankle is swollen to the size of my good left thigh? And so what if Broken Ankle and Foot will forever be purple and twice the size and I’m going to have to get a whole new set of shoes? And so what if Husband/Nurse Shrek still won’t look at the scars or touch any part of my right leg despite my emphatic pleas to “Please look at it. It’s really cool how my finger print stays in the swollen bit for hours.” I. Am. Walking. So, there is that little bit of light in the darkness that is our crappy world today - me, wobbling about the house, hands outstretched, feeling for the closest wall or couch or table but doing it WITHOUT CRUTCHES! Which means I can let go of my self-imposed 'no drinking while on crutches' rule and I can drink again!!! Heck, I already walk like I’m drunk so guess what I'm having for breakfast...
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