Crutches to the Rescue

Crutches suck big time but it turns out that they happen to have few more uses than the good old getting you from one place to another following an injury – be it a beer holder or a chew toy for your foster rabbit. When you can stand, even if wobbling heavily, on your own two feet again you could even try to pretend it’s a lightsaber or a guitar. Or be the responsible one albeit slightly boring and give them to someone who could use them for, you know, just walking.

Of course the crutches could also be used exactly as prescribed which should at least get you better guns once the lower appendage problem is over. I gave up on using both crutches as soon as I got home, with the whole weekend on my own ahead of me I just had to carry stuff every now and then πŸ˜‰ My foot wasn’t exactly liking it but hey two weeks on and it actually looks like a foot, the ankle is back and it feels like some running can be done following the recommended 6 weeks of recovery. How very reasonable of me! I had to spend some time with my foot iced and elevated and as any reasonable and only moderately anxious person would, I used this time to extensively google compartment syndrome and nonunion – yikes, seems that a week or two extra of wearing the super ugly rubber boot or non-running may be worth it in the long term.

Hobbling around may be a pain but it also provokes smiles and random conversations with strangers – kindness is not dead and people do care! And according to the popular belief in luck due to turn any time soon, I should play the lottery and the win is pretty much mine. If only it really worked like that πŸ™‚

 

 

A Medal and Some Fractured Toes

 

These two photos are not quite connected actually. I ran 10k on Sunday the 10th July and the following Thursday went for a lunchtime jog and got hit by a black cab in the middle of the square mile – I love you London.

As far as silver linings go, this time last year I was in the middle of chemo which felt like a never ending drag so the setback of four weeks on crutches seems doable now, I guess. Do some work from home, ice the foot, drink wine and binge on The Good Wife. Enjoy my whole two 10k medals so far…

And possibly, just as a bit of a warning: WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING NEXT TIME πŸ˜€