Another Update on my Achilles plus I start Writing!

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.