Today, if it was any other anniversary, I would be celebrating. I would have balloons, whistles, fireworks, and lots of music. I might gather my friends to party with me on my first anniversary! It just happens to be exactly one year that I fell down my basement stairs and broke my ankle. I still haven't figured out how it happened, I still go down the stairs with trepidation, and I still limp. Maybe it isn't quite something to celebrate and the only thing that keeps me from going into a depression is the thought of:
It could have been worse.
The ankle is still blotchy with bruises. It still swells up if I am on it for long periods of time. It hurts when I try to walk my normal walk. Yet, the long road behind me seems almost a miracle. The time spent in the hospital, the operation, being one legged for so long, being in rehab and learning how to handle a wheel chair, hints given so I could half-way manage, living in assisted living, having help taking a shower,
depending on others, coming home and learning how to walk, brings me to what I can do today. I walk without a walker or cane, I can drive, I do not need a scooter when I go shopping, and I can go up and down (slowly) stairs. My life is pretty much normal, except for the odd walk I have developed. Maybe it is a reason to celebrate today!
Today, if it was any other anniversary, I would be celebrating. I would have balloons, whistles, fireworks, and lots of music. I might gather my friends to party with me on my first anniversary! It just happens to be exactly one year that I fell down my basement stairs and broke my ankle. I still haven't figured out how it happened, I still go down the stairs with trepidation, and I still limp. Maybe it isn't quite something to celebrate and the only thing that keeps me from going into a depression is the thought of: It could have been worse.
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