The UP Side of Being Down

The good thing about being at a low point in your life is that there’s nowhere to go but up.

Fracturing my right fibula in mid-June last summer was inconvenient, requiring crutches for only a couple weeks.  The biggest annoyance was that I couldn’t drive and had to use Uber to get to and from my doctor’s appointments.  The bigger challenge came shortly thereafter when I dislocated and fractured my left ankle in two places.  That required surgery, a week in the hospital, and follow-on rehabilitation.  Losing Romeo only added to my despair.  It was one of the lowest periods of my life—only two or three things have left me more devastated.

Yes, I ended up with two fracture boots! Anybody need one?

That was 13 months ago.  One year ago I made the trek down 4 flights of stairs to visit the orthopedic surgeon for follow up.  That may not sound like much, but it was.  Partly because that trip also required coming back up the steps, by myself.

Living alone is hard when you’re physically incapacitated.  There’s no one to help you with anything.

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I Am Officially Old

It didn’t happen when I retired. It didn’t happen when I started getting Social Security. It didn’t happen when I started Medicare. Nope.

It happened when I fell.. and couldn’t get up.

In my defense, I had been drinking wine. In fact, I was on my way to the kitchen to refill my glass when I slipped. So yes, I was somewhat inebriated. Hey! It was Friday night and I was celebrating my successful endoscopy/colonoscopy earlier in the week.

It was a strange feeling, not being able to pull myself up. I couldn’t believe that all of a sudden I was that old. A chair was nearby so I tried pulling myself up, but I couldn’t get my legs underneath me. So I got on my knees and tried pushing up that way.

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