Broken

By now, it’s very likely you’ve heard that I broke my ankle in 2 places on Monday.

I was heading down the stairs with an empty laundry basket. I was completely distracted by all the kids playing around outside and I was listening to my friend and my neighbor’s conversation. Now, I’m a stair counter. It doesn’t matter if I’ll never go up or down that flight of stairs ever again, I’m counting them. It’s just what I do. Except on Monday. I was not paying attention, thought I was at the bottom and stepped out rather than down. Turns out I still had 2-3 more stairs before I got to the bottom.

An ankle break might not seem like much of a big deal, but let me assure you it is. It’s my right ankle so driving is completely out. I’m on crutches for who knows how long. It’s impossible to carry anything when using crutches. I can’t make my morning coffee and carry it to my desk. I’ve had to change they way I do that. I have a bag that I can carry and my stainless steel travel mugs are completely leak proof. So I make my coffee in that, pop it in the bag and swing my way to my desk. Simple things like getting to the restroom and getting dressed and sleeping are now a big challenge for me.

I’ve been pretty weepy the past few days and I’ve been trying to figure out what my problem is exactly. It’s a broken ankle, not the end of the world. I’ll be able to walk again. I’ll be able to do all the things I could do on Monday before I fell. What EXACTLY was my problem?

I’ve pin pointed a few issues, but the biggest is the feeling that I lost my job. I’m a stay at home mom and my job is to keep the house running. I simply can’t do that right now. I can’t cook, make my daughter’s bowl of cereal the way I normally do, do laundry… I can go on and on, but the heart of the matter is I can’t do my job for a while. And that makes me feel bad.

I’ll be back at the orthopedist’s office on Tuesday. Should there be anything to report, I’ll be back then.