The specialist said, “Your foot has fused properly now. You’ll need to use the crutches just
for a little bit longer.”
“How much longer?”
“Days.”
I had my op back in July. I was
prepared for a long haul. I adapted my
house, figured out ways of doing things.
I also learned to take it easy and say Yes to help.
My friends Caroline, Christine and Kathryn supported me by giving me
lifts when I started back to work.
Nigel did the washing and many other household tasks.
Guests brought food when they joined us for a meal.
Strangers opened doors for me and gave up their seats on the tube, shop
assistants offered to carry my purchases.
Of course, I missed my independence, but frankly, there was an up-side.
Not that I appreciated it properly until now.
The first time I went shopping without crutches, I was irritated when people did not open the door for me, move
courteously out of my way and allow me to jump the pay-queue.
I could scarcely believe my own mind-set – I am going to find it hard to
relinquish the privileges of being temporarily disabled.
However, just for the moment, that problem is academic, since I quickly
overdid it and am now using the crutches again to allow my painful, puffy foot
to recover.
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