broken bones, Creatve Non-Fiction, Crutches, Humor, Life, Musings
Okay, so it isn’t actually a ski boot, More of an orthopaedic cast, but it reminds me, ever-so-fondly, of my long-ago experiences wearing ski boots (not that there were any orthopaedic casts involved, but there was a lot of falling down, as I recall). I’m not as sure these experiences–or, rather, the one experience of sitting-in-a-reclining-chair, had over and over again–will be remembered so fondly. I’m nearly over missing the ballet; and I’m nearly over missing the trip to Toronto. Okay, I’m not. But what vexes me at the moment is my utter and total uselessness (WOW! that word has five S’s in it. You tend to notice things like that when confined to a chair.) Anyway, there is precious little that I can actually do at the moment. In fact, if it weren’t for my darling computer, I would probably be making myself sick from eating the acrylic in my fingernails.
I hear what you’re thinking. You are thinking “Why the devil doesn’t she just use the unexpected time to work on her book? To write, do research, instead of just moaning to us?” You’ve got a point. A very good point, in fact. But you don’t know jacksh*t about trying to write when you should be having a glorious time at Parry Sound, Ontario, on your way to see your dear friend, Susan. But, naturally, I take your point. I could be working on my book. Indeed, perhaps I will be working on it. Soon. Just not now.
One has to at least feel a bit clever, even a bit funny–if it’s that sort of book–to sit down at the computer and lose oneself in the lives of one’s characters. It also helps if there are several other things one ought to be doing just then, to add that frisson of guilt that heightens any endeavour. Well, that’s just not happening, folks.
Meanwhile, I’m having some issues with the whole crutches thing. I’d like your advice. My only previous experience with crutches was with what I think are called “Canadian crutches,’ which don’t come all the way up to your armpits. I found them much easier to use than these I have now. Of course, that may only be because this time I can’t put weight on My Left Foot. Anyway, my little dilemma is that I was always taught that you were supposed to bear your weight on your hands/arms, NOT your armpits (shoulders). Now I’m being advised the opposite. It just doesn’t feel right to me. So I did what you and twenty-seven others would do: I Googled ‘How to use crutches.’ That only made matters worse, as there was conflicting advice. SO: what do you guys do? Armpits or hands?
I’m a bit of a loner, as it happens. I don’t mind being on my own. In fact, I often prefer it. I like nothing better (okay, few things better) than a day in which I don’t have to leave the house. But it turns out that only works when I actually can leave the house. Rats. I’m not altogether pleased to have made that discovery.
I wonder if there is such a thing as online scrabble? MM
Have you considered a mobility scooter? 🙂 You could have it decked out with go faster stripes and a really big thumping sound system… 😛
Hey Auntie Sue, so sorry to hear about your slip up. Just thought you should know about a little game you can play on the internet for free.. webboggle! It’s addictive 🙂
Keep well xo
Seeing Clarely said:
There is apparently an App for online Scrabble but I’ve never used it. Hey – there’s an idea – a WordPress scrabble club. It probably already exists.
Sorry about your unfortunate adventure.
Angeline M said:
Yup, Widdershins is on target. If you put weight on your armpits you are going to mess up the nerves there…bad.
In the meantime…..relax as much as you can. This too shall pass!
I’ve been on crutches a LOT – 10 surgeries on my knee and leg – Take most of your body weight with your hands, and use your armpits to steady yourself. You can really screw up your back and all those muscles connected to it otherwise, to say nothing of potential nerve damage if you go too long taking your weight on your pits.
My sister broke her ankle a few years ago (at 62). The doctor made her use a walker. Told her she was too uncoordinated for crutches and she’d break the other ankle for sure. It did wonders for her self-esteem.
and you might want to try “Words with Friends”. I know several people completely addicted.