Pass the peas, please

Petite peas to be exact.

I got WAY to ambitious WAY to quickly. Monday, cast come off and boot came on. Made a phone call to have the scooter picked up and thought I could ditch my crutches. So, I walked on my foot (in the boot) all day Monday and Tuesday. By Tuesday afternoon, my ankle was in flaming pain.

Being at work, and in the classroom all day, it did not lend itself to RICE -ing. It is not that easy to prop my leg up in the air while I’m with the kiddos. Also, I have to constantly monitor the class and “work the room.”

I found myself crawling into the nurse’s office to get little ice paks to put inside my boot. Oh, and not to mention high doses of Advil.

So, today, I am walking on the boot, but with crutches. I just don’t know WHAT IS NORMAL and what is not. I don’t want to damage my AT, but I don’t want to not use it either. With that said, yes, I am removing the boot often, and trying to rotate my foot, but my ROM is SOOOO limited and it feels like my scar will rip right open. Is this swelling good? Is there something I’m doing wrong? Should I be forcing the walking in my boot even though it hurts?

I have a call in to the Dr. to talk to him. In 4 days, I meet with the PT to see what home exercises I can do. In the meantime, pass those PEAS!

 

 

Foot ALPHABET

The sound alone sent shivers up my spine!

Today, Sergio removed my cast!

“Don’t worry; it doesn’t cut skin.” Well, how does it know? Seriously!? My skin turned into leather, so how would it detect my humanity!?
So, upon much drama on my part, he patiently cut open the cast.

And what the heck? What is that!? Is that my leg underneath all that fuzz and scales?

And the muscle is WHERE exactly? Oh. Gone. Hmmmph.

Dr. Wasluski enters, and says it looks great. (what part looks great!? my nasty toes? my hairy leg? my scaly pale skin!?) Apparently, I’m healing well. The boot goes on for two weeks.

My directive: Take off the boot 1000 (yes he stressed 1000) times per day, and write the alphabet (cursive capital!) each time. Walk in the boot. Use the crutches as necessary.

He calmed my fears about re-rupture and perhaps tearing the other one. He mentioned that with tendons, one must use the bands to strengthen. They need to be continuously moving in that motion, and most come back to 150% after surgery and therapy. The key is working BOTH sides so it is equal in strength. Not that I’ll be running soon, but he did say to wait about 4 months. I prefer swimming anyway, so no worries there.

In one week, I return to his office and learn some home exercises from the PT. Then in one more week (so two weeks from today) I get to wear REAL SHOES!!!. Also, I start serious PT.

When I stood up (in the boot), my confidence left my body. I had to lean on Cheryl. Once I got to school, I was crutching around until I felt I could walk. Now, it’s about 8 hours later, and I’m in PAIN. I have removed my boot often to alphabetize, and to my chagrin, it’s not easy! However, I will not be beaten by this feeling! I shall overcome (but with caution of course). Swelling is inevitable. Again, it’s to be expected as he told me.

Cheryl recommended OLIVE OIL on the leg to lubricate and un-scale my skin. First thing? A shave! (but in the tub so I don’t slip and break my other one)

I think I will air-write this word with my foot:
P E D I C U R E!!!

St. Patrick and Being USED

WHO WAS HE???

Born, 386 AD in Britain and died in 460 AD in Ireland, Patrick descended from a grandfather who was a priest and a father who was a deacon in the Roman church. At this time in history, Christianity had become part of the Roman culture.

According to Stanley Ward of crosswalk.com, Patrick was not only a theologian, but he loved people. He fought for their rights as an activist.

First, as a theologian, he was a bishop to the Irish. But it did not begin this way. At the young age of 16, he was kidnapped by pirates and taken to Ireland from his British homeland. He then spent six years as a shepherd since as a sold slave. He truly learned humility, as he knew nothing of the finer things he had in Britain. All he had was his time with God to pray without ceasing. During the evening at one point, he heard a voice tell him to head back to Britain, and after “walking to a seaport, he miraculously found passage away from Ireland, and eventually, back to Britain.” (Ward)

Sadly, he missed out on being educated, but this “weakness” became a strength. When he went back to Ireland, he did not have the polish or the refined skills to make him sound intellectual. However, his closeness with God and his honest prayers made him a beacon to the Irish, not his speaking skills. (He did train in the priesthood) Moreover, his love for nature, and seeing God in all of it was much of His appeal. Apparently, he used a three-leaf clover to illustrate the Trinity – “Father, Son, and Spirit are one God. Three persons in one.”” Simple, yet elegant.

As a lover of people and their rights, he supposedly was one of the first anti-slavery proponents. He wrote Letter to Coroticus to plead British Christian leaders for the safe return of slaves. Nothing came of this as many now saw him as an Irish man instead of Roman which weakened his influence in Britain.

In fact, he fought for women as he saw them as the backbone of society.

Thanks to Patrick, slavery ceased in Ireland. He fought with God’s love; not with fists or hate.

Be a St. Patrick now

Ward notes that modern St. Patricks, “1. Love God deeply and are able to discern His calling; 2. Are able to teach deep truths by illustrations from common experience; and 3. Demonstrate their faith through a genuine love for people, advocating the cause of those who cannot defend themselves; often this advocacy is motivated by personal experience.”

His life was filled with challenges, obstacles, pain and suffering. He mourned for the lost and the oppressed. He lacked the “accoutrements” of finer education and articulate speech. However, that is what made him so attractive and relatable.

Let’s be reminded that it doesn’t take perfection to be used and to make a difference. Broken vessels are what He wants: Broken yet not destroyed. Humbled yet not proud. Dependent on HIM; not on ourselves.

 

 

Week 6! Ready for the next step!

Literally.

Last night, I was holding Tatum, and my dog came up to me with THAT LOOK. Can’t you play with me? Now? Well, of course if I was on my two legs, I could jump up, holding Tatum and throw the large orb. But…alas. Monday, the cast gets removed and DAS BOOT is coming on! Now, all I feel is anticipation. What will it be like? Will I be PWB? Will I need my crutches? Scooter? Can I exercise my legs?….Many wonderings.

Meanwhile, I start FULL TIME back to work on Monday also. I will miss this sweet red face throughout the day. Thank goodness she is getting some help for her eczema,

The Dr. has her now on hydrocortisone and vanicreme. So as she heals, I will heal as well. My dog will be the benefactor! 🙂 Ready to take my step!