I usually really thrive in the jolly holiday season. It’s my happy place, full of family and friends and festivities. I absolutely adore the decorations, the menu planning and the get togethers. Missing out on so many of those things with the boys because of my injury has been so awful and I’m struggling emotionally because of it.
Sunday – rest
My morning started with some tears. Little man and I were planning to join my friend and her son for a holiday race. The boys would run the 5K and we were taking on the 10K. Obviously, I wasn’t doing any K, so C offered to take little man for the 5K. I was so happy he could still go, but pretty sad I couldn’t be there.
They even brought me my t-shirt and medal. When C told the staff member I had missed out because of a broken leg, they couldn’t hand over the bling fast enough. It was so thoughtful.
I’m sure it didn’t help my emotional state that my pain block had completely worn off, and I was hurting. It wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t great either.
To add insult to injury (literally), I also wasn’t up to going to the St. Augustine Moms Donuts with Santa event. Mr PugRunner didn’t want to leave me, so friends swooped in to the rescue yet again. Of course, I didn’t get to be a part of his annual Santa photo, and that broke my heart. That jolly holiday feeling was fading fast.
I did get a little smile though: my friend sent me this:
Monday – rest
To be honest, I slept most of Monday. I was bone-tired and couldn’t keep my eyes open if you paid me. Mr PugRunner check on me periodically to make sure I was having my meals and my meds, but other than that, it was lights out for me. In my actual life, I’m not much of a sleeper, so this was unusual.
The good news is that the sleep was probably great for my healing and gave the guys a bit of a break since they didn’t have to do much to take care of me.
Tuesday – rest
I was a bit more awake on Tuesday, although I still took a decent nap. It was a quiet day, and we got a little help from friends so that little man could go to Scouts, while Mr PugRunner attended an HOA meeting. Have I mentioned our friends are amazing? They are.
Wednesday – rest
By midweek, things were good. Nothing much to share but a selfie with my best guy.
I also got a special snuggle from Bentley. He’s not much of a cuddler but he just seemed to know I needed love.
Thursday – rest
I think I felt the best of the week on Thursday. I was uncomfortable, but not terribly so. At this point, I really didn’t even need the pain meds anymore, and I was happy for that, although I still wanted to take it day by day.
Friday – rest
I guess I could say TGIF but it was just another day. I had made it through the night without meds, which was a huge win, and felt fairly decent.
While the boys were helping at our community Santa event (yup, I missed that, too),
I had two visitors. First, my neighbor came over to chat and then another friend brought Chinese takeout so we could chat and chow down on lo mein.
It ended up being a super late night for me and I was really happy to get to bed. My stitches were really starting to pull inside my splint and while it’s not painful exactly, it’s extremely unpleasant. I slept terribly: every time I was about to doze off, I heard the sound my ankle made when I fell and then I was wide awake again. Ugh.
Saturday – rest
My anxiety kicked in hard as the day went on. My leg tingled all day. There was one party I wanted to attend in the evening and I kept getting panicky about it. I started getting nervous about the removal of my stitches and about what my incisions will look like. I’ve never been incredibly vain, but my lower legs are probably my best feature and the idea of big scars on both sides of my ankle is a little upsetting. It’s been something I’ve kept pushed to the back of my mind, but for some reason, my brain decided to pull it out.
Mr PugRunner finally took a stand and told me that he would take me to the party (it was close to home) and make sure I got in and settled ok. He would pick me up whenever I wanted, or I could hitch a ride with a neighbor who was also attending. I hadn’t been out of the house in forever, so I agreed.
Putting on makeup was exhausting. I almost called the whole thing off after that fiasco, but held tough. With Mr PugRunner’s help, I was able to get out of the house and to the event. Once he had me inside and I was installed on a couch, I felt a little better and stayed about two hours. We forgot to take a group photo while there (the conversation was just to go), but there’s the first makeup and real clothing I’ve had in weeks.
My sights are still set on Monday. I am so nervous for my post-op appointment and I hate that I have to wait for mid-afternoon for it. I have no idea how I’m going to sleep tonight, or how I’m going to make it through the day. There is no telling what my leg looks like and I’m just so sad about it being atrophied and gross, but it is what it is.
On the other hand, I am so hopeful to get cleared for PT and get back on both feet. I know it’s going to be hard work and painful, but I think (hope) I’m ready for the challenge.
While I did plan to do some upper body workouts, I’ve been too tired. This makes me feel terribly unproductive, but using my crutches has certainly been good for my arms, so I’m not worrying too much.
So, fun side effect of all this is I’ve lost some weight. We don’t have a scale but the dress I wore on Saturday night was actually snug when I bought it and I was considering returning or exchanging it. When I tried it on for the event, it was swimming on me. This is absolutely the result of having no appetite, eating small meals and not snacking. I wasn’t trying to lose weight, but I guess I’ll take it as the only positive in this crappy situation.
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How was your week in training?
Any words of advice for the PT and upward climb ahead?