While walking through Target this morning, it struck me that we are now in MAY, and already the month is flying by, and that brought me to the stunning realization that it has been almost SIX MONTHS since my accident, when I fell down the stairs and broke my leg. Six months!
I wish I could say that I am back to normal. Sadly, I am not. I am about a thousand miles from where I was at the beginning of the year, but I am still very gimpy and I walk with a noticeable limp. Last Thursday, I went to my very last physical therapy appointment with my amazing PT, Marley. From January through May, I spent about three hours a week with Marley, working on getting my strength back, and trying to get my leg straight. It’s a stubborn leg. Finally, I arrived at the point where it didn’t seem like going to PT was helping me anymore. I think I just need to be patient and give it time.
After my surgery, my doctor told me it would be about a YEAR before my leg started to feel better. I have to admit, I sort of pooh-pooh’d that notion. As someone who has lived with chronic pain for years, I figured this was something I could overcome pretty easily. But, nope! It pretty much hurts every day. When I walk a lot, it hurts more. By bedtime, I am hobbling across the house, holding onto walls and railings and couches and small children for support.
But still – I am walking! I can stand, I can walk, I can drive. I have faith that eventually, I’ll look and feel pretty normal. And while these past six months have been a real downer in some ways, it’s been a blessing in some ways as well. I have grown even closer to my wonderful husband, which I wouldn’t have thought possible – the man went above and beyond in caring for me and adapting our lifestyle to make things work for me. He made sure I was always included in whatever was going on, even when it was hugely inconvenient. He also drove me all over hell and back, before I was able to drive myself. If you’re going to suffer a devastating injury, I recommend having someone amazing and supportive by your side. So, as I hit the six-month anniversary of the shittiest night of my life, I feel things are pretty okay, and like I’m on a solid path back to recovery!