The breeze

Today I went down first time after December 4,the fall. It felt so nice to see everything unchanged and welcoming.

The foot swells but manages.  Today I went out with my husband for a drive.  The leg managed standing,  walking with walker but still.  :)

Bigger surprise

We got a new 55inch TV.  My husband picked up our sleepy 9 yr old and brought him in front of the big screen. He was happy with the surprise.  

Later he told me when he was told there is a big surprise for him.. He thought I,  his mother was walking normally like before.  The walker was not aiding me.

I must walk my steps to make his surprise real soon. 

Barefooted month

Yesterday,  I put my floaters on for sometime.  I walked in the house using footwear.  It's my way of getting ready for stepping on my two,  out in the world. I am getting there slowly.  I could walk around,  stand in front of the dev ghar,  do namaskar to the power. 

The ankle has lot of swelling,  pain,  stiffness  continues. I am waiting for the day it will not be there.  Till then I am walking on one and half feet. Physiotherapy is helping me get my foot back. 

It's a journey of my broken ankle,  missing out on my routine joys of life.  It's a journey of understanding everything broken mends. Nature has the power to rebuild. 

First PT

Today was a day of twisting and making circles with the broken ankle.  The Physiotherapist,  a good friend came home and did the first session. It was painful then,  loosened up the tight muscles etc but left me in pain seeking a pain killer. 

The world outside seems distant from where I stand resting one full foot and toes of the broken. How many days till I venture out again?

There are times you get tired of waiting for normalcy. But,  if you think about it some days from now it will be a survival story to be proud of.  Sometimes the bravest thing to do is wait,  have trust that you are getting there.. How much ever static it seems there is momentum always. 

The break,  the night in icu, the release,  the pain everything is moving. 

Cast off

After a month in complete isolation inside the tight cast,  my ankle and the leg did some mending.  Yesterday the Dr.  Completed one phase of the recovery,  my cast was taken off,  ankle xrayed.  The ankle seemed frozen,  so sore.  I kept thinking what would be my ankle's next protective cover. 

My turn came.  The Dr.  Said no shielding anymore.  Now simply attack the impossible looking hurdle.  Walk! Fifty % bear the weight on the broken ankle's toes and go.  On the Doctor's   table my frozen toes,  froze several degrees more.

Before I knew what was up,  the Dr.  Held my toes and twisted them saying there is no surgery there.  The ankle has rod and screws.  I screamed as he straightened my toes.  The next task was to walk.  Fifty percent weight bearing.  The pain left every nerve in my body on high alert.  I couldn't walk a step  yesterday.

Today my foot walked.. Few steps.  But one milestone achieved.  Putting weight on the walker,  using my good and broken ankle I managed the equation. 

From my feet's point of view

My feet see nature outside the balcony.  The brown,  broken,  crumpled leaves have left the tree.  A pair of squirrels run on the path like smooth branches. Green pods are everywhere on the tree.  These pods have cotton in it in the summer months.  The tree spends entire winter in letting the flowers become pods. 

Pink,  red new leaflets are seen at places.  Barren,  expect for the green pods and few instances of leafs it looks beautiful. Everything about us is like that too.  We are so much like the season and it's changing shades.  Patience and hard work,  every grain of sand from the hourglass,  everything needs momentum. 

The energy,  the fire in the cold night,  the cracking dry wood to the drops of rain  landing on the cracked earth and turning the soil to mud.  The energy is us.  The rain,  the fire,  the tree and changing seasons is us.