It’s day 5 of life with a broken foot. Did I tell you I fractured the 5th metatarsal on my right foot? I am slowly getting the hang of moving around my apartment with the cast and it’s the first time I am actually happy that the apartment is so small. I have no stairs to worry about. I have large patio doors that allow me to open them up and feel like I am outside (and quickly closing them again as it is bloody freezing…).
Crutches. I am finally able to use both of my crutches and move around the apartment swiftly.
Carrying stuff around is more problematic. I use the smallness of my apartment and my long arms to move stuff from one table to the next to a shelf, etc. Works fine. I am only a hop or a few away from my phones, so I don’t need to carry them with me. Of course they ring when I am at the other end of the room…
Plastic. Plastic. Plastic. I don’t want to cause another accident involving glass, so I am using plastic glasses and unbreakable flasks to move liquids around. I have a whole shelf full of plastic bottles for my running, so they are coming in handy even when not running. Also very useful when you want to water your plants and you need to carry water around.
Online grocery shopping. That’s a no-brainer. But feeling sorry for myself makes me buy more chocolate. Bad. Bad. Bad.
Bath-time. This is a tricky one. I am not to get my cast wet. And my bathroom layout makes it really difficult to take a shower and hang the right foot out of the bathtub. So, wet wipes are the way to go. They work for a quick clean-up after a race and they actually work for clean-ups with a broken foot. So far. So good.
Friends. I have great friends who have been driving me to the hospital, making me lunch, bringing me flowers, taking my trash out and keeping me company. Thanks to you all!
Overall I am coping quite well, hobbling along on one foot, having the other in a cast. I can’t say I am enjoying it, but I guess it could have been worse. I am counting my blessings that I am at least mobile within my apartment to some extend. I am avoiding moving around as much as possible. I have 2 day-time ‘stations’: at my dining table with my laptop and on my sofa with a TV remote in my hand.
I think I am moving back to the sofa. There must be some daytime reality show on right now… 😉