Another Update on my Achilles plus I start Writing!
August 19, 2008
Well, I’m about 5 weeks post-surgery on my Achilles.
This has been fantastically tough. Not the worst injury a person could have but certainly a bad one. I’ve come to realize it is worse than I originally wanted to believe.
Being on crutches and being so immobilized has been very difficult. I tend to be an active guy – very into sports and very physical most of the time. But even the simplest, most mundane jobs are beyond me. I can’t mow the lawn, carry the garbage cans to the curb, play soccer in the backyard with my kids. Nothing.
So I was starting to go a bit stir-crazy and, all the while, getting more confident, and less paranoid, moving around UNTIL I had a bit of a slip going up the stairs in my house. This was over a week ago. Missed a step or something. Went down on the bad foot (a little) and rolled away quick. It scared the SHIT out of me (sorry for the language). I had flashes of having to go through surgery again, having to start recovery from step one – all the wasted weeks until now. I was literally in a panic. It’s only now, over a week after that tumble, that I’m starting to not have panic attacks every time I think of stairs. Stairs are the worst for crutches!!!!
I’m okay. I didn’t damage my Achilles on the fall. It’s still healing along. I have some mobility back. Pretty tight around my ankle though.
Anyway, over the last month of feeling bad, missing out on summer, and losing business in private practice – I made a decision. I didn’t want to look back on this time as complete lost time. I didn’t want to have to think about the months that went past and me with nothing but a high score on Super Mario Galaxy to show for it. So I started the book project I’ve talked about here in earlier blogs. I started the group home hostage taking story.
And it has gone pretty well. I write almost every morning. I can get through about a chapter per sitting. It helps that the book was mapped out quite a bit over the last number of months. I even have a good ending (which I won’t tell you here).
So, I’m here, I’m struggling, and I’m writing. Hope your summer was more fun than mine.