Contemplating the cast

Now the cast is off... it's time to contemplate the good and the bad.

I have had to stay @ home, no movies, no eating out, no meeting friends, thus money saved! :)
On the brigther side, I get to pack up my stuff, spend time with the dog (which is good when she does not bite me), enjoy my home which my parents paid a lot for, watched the DVDs that I bought which I never had the chance to do so previously, read all the magazines that I had been hoarding, eat mummy's yummy home cooked food, and had time to write emails to friends overseas to catch up when I normally would have been too busy to do so and had some time to start this blog - Finally! (Well, I would have started it on Friendster, but then for more than a month, I have been unable to login to Friendster. They just KEEP bringing me back to the login page after I have done so. It's not a wrong password because it would tell me so, when I key in a wrong password.... so annoying!)

So, what else is good.... what else is bad?

good is when I still get paid for lazing around at home.

bad is when the lazing = pain and anxiety about a broken bone and unforseeable future.

good is when I know who my friends are, when they call to express concern and come over to play cards.

bad is when... I know who my friends really are.

good is when I get the rest I have been lacking whilst working.

bad is when I can't do much more than just lie there in bed. With two hands on crutches, it's hard to carry anything else. water, books, clothes etc.

good is when the office calls to see how I am.

bad is when they are chasing me for the receipts and MC.

good is when I get smses from friends who inquire after my recuperation.

bad is when they ask if i can go out for a drink when I can barely stand already.

CASTAWAY!!!

29 APRIL 2007

The day the I was released from the plastic "ball & chain" around my left ankle.

When my left calve was revealed, it was pathetically puny and wrinkled. All those layers of dry skin that wasn't allowed to shed whilst in captivity. and my skin took on the pattern of the cotton sock which was the inner lining of the cast.

After an X-ray, the doc said that I was good to go and I was running around barefoot on ony leg. In anycase, I wasn't going to use the shoe since I was not walking on it til I saw the physiotherapist.

I went the physiotherapy ward and had an appointment at 1530 later on the same day and the physiothrapist was a really sweet girl who was quite chatty. She taught me some moves.. and made me feel slightly better. The dead skin on my leg began to shed on the workout bed and it looked gross. I was leaving a trail of my DNA everywhere. The exercises made the swelling go down on the foot look less bruised. I have to do more of those everyday. THREE times a day. I feel like a baby. Learning to walk again.

Casting Position

That's a pic of me in my cast and my trusty crutches. I'm the three legged girl now. Those crutches are fairly useful, in hitting away pesky dogs, used as "skis" when I am in a chair with wheels, turning the fan on or adjusting the fan's position when I don't want to get up. Of course they are the most useful when I lean on them to walk.

My leg has to be elevated so it's always an extra effort when I have to move. Initially I had to ensure my entourage of pillows came along with me - from the bedroom to the living room or vice versa. But it became a huge bother, so when it was less painful to put my cast on a hard surface, I left my fluffy entourage on my bed.

Casting. The Prequel.

This is one of my favourite photos from my makeover in Taipei, at the White Ladder studio.

Maybe it is a jinxed photo. Now my leg looks just like the picture. All wrapped up in a cast - only it's not so furry and much more colorful, thanks to my sister who took it upon her artistic self to vandalise my cast.

I broke my tibia bone (near the ankle) on my left foot on Chinese New Year's eve while on a flight to Sydney. The plane lurched a few feet in the air and threw everyone off their feet. Only I did not happen to be standing on both of mine at the time.

The doctor says that I'd be 6 weeks in a cast, the horrible stinky thing. On the bright side, it's been 5 weeks and tomorrow! Oh beautiful day! I will be seeing the doctor and removing the cast! Hopefully he will say that I am ready to have the cast removed. *fingers and toes crossed*

The day of the accident was 17 Feb 2007. What drama ensued.

After five long weeks being house-bound, I can't wait to be set free once again into society. Will keep you updated on the progress.