razzin' frazzin'...
Surgery is slated for Friday. Not sure when yet, waiting for the scheduler to call me. The break is bad. The snap I felt on the way down was, indeed, a ligament rupturing, and apparently I need that ligament to hold my tibia and fibula together. I'll get screws to hold the bones together laterally (those will come out in 3-4 months) and possibly a plate to mend the fracture itself.
Total time off my feet? 3-4 MONTHS.
I have a billion things to figure out now, like how I'm going to deal with work stuff (yeeeeeep) when I can't commute via train (no, really: yeeeeep). And how I'm going to deal with basic life stuff.
I need your help, friend peoples.
I'm going to need help with said basic life stuff, like laundry, and making sure my mail gets to a mailbox; I'm also going to need people to just... well, watch me from time to time, since I'm not especially mobile (still haven't figured out, for example, how to fetch tea for myself when I have to use crutches to get from A to B within the apartment). Also, two days in? I am bored fucking stiff. I have my opiates to knock me out, but that can't go on forever and, well, I already talk to the cat too much as it is. Soon, very soon, he's going to start talking back. I need input from the outside world.
So to everyone who's offered to help: I'm taking you up on it. And I'm grateful beyond words that you've offered.
Total time off my feet? 3-4 MONTHS.
I have a billion things to figure out now, like how I'm going to deal with work stuff (yeeeeeep) when I can't commute via train (no, really: yeeeeep). And how I'm going to deal with basic life stuff.
I need your help, friend peoples.
I'm going to need help with said basic life stuff, like laundry, and making sure my mail gets to a mailbox; I'm also going to need people to just... well, watch me from time to time, since I'm not especially mobile (still haven't figured out, for example, how to fetch tea for myself when I have to use crutches to get from A to B within the apartment). Also, two days in? I am bored fucking stiff. I have my opiates to knock me out, but that can't go on forever and, well, I already talk to the cat too much as it is. Soon, very soon, he's going to start talking back. I need input from the outside world.
So to everyone who's offered to help: I'm taking you up on it. And I'm grateful beyond words that you've offered.