… We can make her better, faster, stronger…
I’d heard this line before but I had to go look up the reference. Turns out I mixed together Daft Punk and lines from a show dating back to the year I was born.
But yeah, you read correctly: rebuilt.
After a lot of variables, re-injuries, and way too much time waiting, I underwent a rather complicated surgery on my foot/ankle/leg in early March. Long story short: given the amount of injuries I sustained, there was too much scar tissue to keep my tendons and ligaments in shape and/or fully heal on my own, so they had to intervene. The first step was to clear out what turned out to be even more scar tissue than they predicted, then they fixed said tendons and ligaments. What this means is that I went from a boot and strong pain meds, to complete immobilisation with zero meds, to surgery, to a splint with some epic pain meds, to a cast and a lower dosage of the same meds. Hence the radio silence. I’m just not tempting Fate by being out of my mind and going on social media. I’m not kidding, I had what my wifey said were amusing lapses in short term memory and what my friends thought were hilarious incongruous bits of conversation. I only knew I was messed up the eighteenth time I ripped out a simple cast on because I couldn’t count to 15 – and that took a couple of days!
Don’t worry, knitting still happened eventually, and to redeem myself I finally learned the long tail cast on method 🙂 Granted that took a whole day so I probably couldn’t have put a post together if I’d had a mind to.
So where am I now?
One cute cat eared hat and pair of fingerless gloves later, I’m still in the cast but much more present and ready for the active part of healing (read: baby steps to being at least as physically autonomous as I was before) to begin. I’m trying to think of it as the restoration of a beautiful vintage car even though I feel like a wreck some times. At least I’m using all my original parts 🙂
After a lot of thought I’ve decided that I’m going to start my Mood Scarf over. I won’t rip out what I’ve knit already unless I need the yarn, but I feel that it would be a nice way to gauge my progress. Where the other scarf felt like I was wearing some pretty vulnerable stuff, I want this one to be about owning said vulnerability and celebrate that healing isn’t all rainbows and lolly pops. I’m going to blame all cheesyness in this post to the meds and be thankful that I’m a silly drunk or whatever the word for user-of-prescribed-pain-meds is.
Further, I’m going to challenge myself to do a weekly post so I can stay on track of my projects and motivate myself to titrate down to less crazy meds. See y’all next week!