The doctor put a plate on the fibula to hold the two broken bones together and then a screw from the fibula to the tibia to hold them together. I don't know if I will need to have them taken back off or if they will stay with me forever. It kind of creeps me out to think of a hunk of metal being attached to my ankle from now on.
My biggest challenge?
to let others take care of me.
I have been waited on hand and...wait for it...FOOT! (of course you saw that coming.) It is so hard to let others wait on you! It has always been MY job to take care of home, kids, meals. John will not allow me to do anything but hop from the sofa to the bathroom and back again, he makes sure to get the ice on and off, he brings me meds and food and water, pumps pillows, and gets really irritated at me if i even try to do anything on my own. He even races ahead of me to make sure to turn the lights on for me before I enter a room. It is like I am suddenly a celebrity.
Then there is Jessi bringing over dinner every night, complete with dessert! She is cooking dinner for her family, plus us, then drops it off on her way to work! It is hard to accept.
Second biggest challenge?...the stairs.
The bedrooms are all upstairs, the sofa is a loveseat, so you can't fully lay down on it. I have to go upstairs for a bed. I have not figured out how to get up them with the crutches yet. But I have figured out a pretty good method to get up without the crutches. I sit and lift myself up with my arms...one step at a time. It takes a while, but I get there. To get down, I sit and go back down on my butt, one step at a time. At least I am getting a workout on my arms that way. I make the trip down every morning after my shower and stay down until time for bed each night.