Crutches are Evil Things
I broke my foot last Saturday while I was in the Everglades and have been on crutches, no weight bearing, and with a boot.
I’ve been on them before, when I was in the military, and they don’t get any easier with time. In fact, one of the things I learned with this round was that I get up and move around a lot. I didn’t realize how much until I wasn’t able to do as much.
The first day I think I managed to spill something on the floor about three times, then fell in the middle of the night trying to get to the bathroom. There’s a sharp turn from the bedroom door into a much narrower bathroom door. Balance checks all over the place. Yup, I’m pretty dangerous.
I’m keeping up on my exercise, though no lower body exercises and no lower body cardio. I’m revisiting my Jack La Lanne videos, since he was all about doing the exercise at home. Most of them can be done with a chair, standing, or the floor, and I can substitute something else where feet are required (i.e. running in place might become swimming).
The worst places
- Kitchen. Hands down, it’s a horror story. Everything that is conveniently located normally is hard to get on crutches.
- Did I mention I have stairs and hills? If I go outside, it’s down a flight of stairs, down another flight of stairs, down a hill, turn the corner, and down another hill. We have a hill of doom out front that eats buses and tractor trailers and cars when it snows.
Things I’m doing
- Peapod for groceries. The deliveryman came last night and brought it in and set it on the kitchen counter for me. Thank you! I was trying to figure out how to ferry the groceries to the kitchen from the door. I was figuring I’d move the items that required refrigeration and leave the rest where they were.
- Next time I order groceries, I’m going to head for precut vegetables. More expensive, but I’m not trying to juggle a knife, cutting board, and crutches.
- Drinking water is hard! I put a glass in the bathroom and one in the kitchen so I can easily access the water.
Breakfast is smoothies, lunch is a salad, and I’m still working out what I need to do for dinner.
That’s been a little challenging. I’m not getting as much done—think it’s just because, until I get used to the crutches, they’re very tiring. More important that the writing is to take care of me.