I remember sitting outside a hospital on a rock, waiting for a 'short bus' to come bring my crippled body home after the motorcycle accident.
I felt so vulnerable.
Me with my cane, still very fragile and needing some assistance to walk a short distance.
I was weak.
I was compromised.
I was afraid of the potential people had to prey on an easy target.
I feel it again.
The other day, I went to the hospital, just to 'check out' my ankle, as the swelling and pain weren't going away.
Sure enough, I was told I'd torn the ligament in my ankle, not enough for surgery, but enough that they had to put a cast on it to immobilize it for 3 weeks.
It kinda feels like the 'behave yourself' punishment, for having limped about on a fucked up ankle for a week, ignoring my intuition.
I honestly thought it would just go away on it's own.
I also honestly thought I was over-reacting to the pain.
Turns out, I was under-reacting.
I guess that comes with 4 years of chronic pain from a bitch of a back, and comparing the level of pain. I suppose I figured, if the pain wasn't as bad as my back, then it's not so bad.
Anyway, now I feel VERY insecure about my safety.
I am not feeling like I can protect myself.
Yesterday, I had to go shopping.
I needed the Housemaid to help me.
Her and Our Unadopted Child were so amazing.
They were my saviours.
Helping me in and out of the car with my crutches, grabbing the items I needed, opening doors for me.
I can't even tell you how grateful I am to have had them help me out.
The Housemaid and Dominican Daddy are now the dog guardians.
Dogs are NOT impressed with this turn of events, and are destroying every single thing they can find in revolt against my inability to be their everything.
They are banished from the bedroom, so that Dominican Daddy can let them out all night.
They are being fed by Housemaid.
Our DR Family is happy because all their help is earning the family a little bit more money.
I have my own assistant.
Oh man, she's more than an assistant.
Seriously? She's my everything right now.
But the best part is that I have constant companionship while I feel I need it.
Normally? I'd be cringing at the fact that someone is around all the time.
Not now.
Now I'm grateful.
Only if you've ever been on crutches do you know how hard the simplest task is.
Like bringing a glass of water up a flight of stairs.
Yeah.
No.
I've put it in a bottle and thrown it into a bag I carry non-stop, thanks to a lovely tip a very sweet Facebook friend gave me.
She also tipped me off about the rolly chair.
Yes! The rolly chair is a great way to get around in the middle of the night.
Especially now that there are no dogs in the room to roll over.
6 sleeps until Papi comes home.
I felt so vulnerable.
Me with my cane, still very fragile and needing some assistance to walk a short distance.
I was weak.
I was compromised.
I was afraid of the potential people had to prey on an easy target.
I feel it again.
The other day, I went to the hospital, just to 'check out' my ankle, as the swelling and pain weren't going away.
Sure enough, I was told I'd torn the ligament in my ankle, not enough for surgery, but enough that they had to put a cast on it to immobilize it for 3 weeks.
It kinda feels like the 'behave yourself' punishment, for having limped about on a fucked up ankle for a week, ignoring my intuition.
I honestly thought it would just go away on it's own.
I also honestly thought I was over-reacting to the pain.
Turns out, I was under-reacting.
I guess that comes with 4 years of chronic pain from a bitch of a back, and comparing the level of pain. I suppose I figured, if the pain wasn't as bad as my back, then it's not so bad.
Anyway, now I feel VERY insecure about my safety.
I am not feeling like I can protect myself.
Yesterday, I had to go shopping.
I needed the Housemaid to help me.
Her and Our Unadopted Child were so amazing.
They were my saviours.
Helping me in and out of the car with my crutches, grabbing the items I needed, opening doors for me.
I can't even tell you how grateful I am to have had them help me out.
The Housemaid and Dominican Daddy are now the dog guardians.
Dogs are NOT impressed with this turn of events, and are destroying every single thing they can find in revolt against my inability to be their everything.
They are banished from the bedroom, so that Dominican Daddy can let them out all night.
They are being fed by Housemaid.
Our DR Family is happy because all their help is earning the family a little bit more money.
I have my own assistant.
Oh man, she's more than an assistant.
Seriously? She's my everything right now.
But the best part is that I have constant companionship while I feel I need it.
Normally? I'd be cringing at the fact that someone is around all the time.
Not now.
Now I'm grateful.
Only if you've ever been on crutches do you know how hard the simplest task is.
Like bringing a glass of water up a flight of stairs.
Yeah.
No.
I've put it in a bottle and thrown it into a bag I carry non-stop, thanks to a lovely tip a very sweet Facebook friend gave me.
She also tipped me off about the rolly chair.
Yes! The rolly chair is a great way to get around in the middle of the night.
Especially now that there are no dogs in the room to roll over.
6 sleeps until Papi comes home.
i know that putting myself first is not selfish, but rather self-care
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