Okay... still on the Broken Train

Crafty-friend-blog-entry still to come. I can't ignore the 10 lb boot in the room...

I took a bad photo this week- too close to the screen.

But the good news- still on the mend. No changes in displacement from last week. Looks like next week I should be able to start using the leg again. I really, really hope so. Folks, when you do not use a muscle you lose the muscle. My muscles have been fighting it. They've been losing, but they have been complaining bitterly along the way. How? Cramps. Cramps to remind me that "Hello?!?!! We are still here!!!!" This past week I have been waking up in the middle of the night with my calf muscle knotted up so tightly that it makes me cry. I want so badly to stretch but if my leg starts the stretch process it goes into muscle lock.

Last Thursday I had a bout with food poinsoning. Could have been the flu- it has been spreading like wildfire here, but it only lasted for about 3 hours of being really, really sick, and then I was just feeling sick for the rest of the day. But I was sick. I'm not going into graphic details, but I also recommend not being sick if you ever have a broken leg. This also resulted in me crying. Too much of that lately! But since then, my balance has been off. Not great for crutches. Really not great for crutches on stairs. I've been staying upstairs all day, or downstairs all day. I've been avoiding the stairs as much as possible and I feel this is for the best. Someone is watching over me, though. No doubt about that!

Another thing... I thought I'd be gaining a few pounds as I basically am as active as a rock right now. But I haven't. I think it's because during the day when I am alone, it is a pain in the ass leg to get myself into the kitchen. Once I get there, it seems that everything I want is not something that one can carry while operating crutches. And while I have been standing in the kitchen and eating, it does makes me eat less. I'm also probably dehydrated for the same reason. I should be filling up containers and putting them in my little messenger bag and carrying them around, but I just don't. My own fault. I just think that I am pretty much done with this. Ready for the next phase. Really.

I am going fishing tomorrow! So looking forward to getting out and I am hoping to pull in a big baby. But mostly, I just want to get out. Three weeks is too long to be housebound. Looking forward to some Vitamin D!!! I'll probably be carried from car to boat and back, and placed in a nice chair while I fish, I'm fine with that. A day with Caden on the lake with a picnic lunch... perfection!