About 4 weeks ago, I broke my foot. This is my first broken bone. When people ask what happened the story goes something like this:
Well, our neighbors across the street had a baby not that long ago, and being the good neighbors we are, we took them a casserole of something. While the baby was napping, they came over, baby monitor and clean casserole dish in hand. They went down to the bottom of the property to look at the newest garden project my cousin has going. I was still in the house and I noticed what looked like smoke coming from their house.
Without thinking, I ran across the street and sure enough, the dog had knocked over a space heater and it was starting to catch fire. I grabbed the baby and ran. On my way out, I tripped and kicked the couch.
Once I made it outside with the baby, and the dog in tow, I realized my foot was quite broken.
The real story is that I was walking in the house, walked into the couch, broke my foot. I thought it was a stubbed toe. You know the kind, where your pinky toe catches on something and you think you might die. So the next day I taped it and went out with friends, because after all it is just a stubbed toe. In the morning, I realized I had better go to the doctor to get a letter so I could defer my half marathon the next weekend. I didn’t expect it to be a “real” injury.
Transverse fracture of the fifth metatarsal.
It was too close to my race date to get a deferral, so I did what any sane person would do, I raced anyway. I wouldn’t say I ran it, well maybe the last two miles, but it wasn’t exactly a stroll either. Sorry Mom.
I have learned a few things, and with 2 weeks left to go before I can resume activity I thought I might share some of those lessons.
1. Wheelchairs are neither convenient nor comfortable.
At least not the kind that you rent at a theme park. Although, I will say, at the end of the day my lap was a handy place to pile all the things we had acquired.
2. Post-op boots provide no traction on ice.
If you read my last post then you know that I am still learning how to walk on ice anyway (learning how to winter). Wearing one good shoe and one post op boot seems like a combination for another broken something. My solution has been to wear real boots on days when it is going to be particularly wet or icy. It isn’t comfortable, but it is the best solution I can think of.
3. Suddenly the color of my sock matters.
One thing you should know about me is that I believe life is too colorful to wear boring socks. As a result very few of my socks are plain in color. Even fewer are a solid color. My sock collection rocks lots of neon, stripes, and general sassiness. This normally is never a problem except that nothing matches the open toe blue and black, with a bright white sole, post op boot. This makes looking stylish, professional, and grown up challenging.
4. Many of my socks have holes.
Again, sorry Mom, I guess I still walk around outside in my socks.
5. Things that I never wanted to do are now suddenly a deep burning desire since the doctor told me to avoid activity.
Despite the fact that I just finished my second half marathon, I am not a runner. I hardly trained. I am not very active at all in fact. I haven’t tried skiing or snowboarding yet. I don’t even go on walks very often. But suddenly I want to run, and ski, and go on hikes. I want to rock climb and go dancing. I want to get back to doing Krav a few nights a week. I feel like I am dying, that I might burst, to do these activities, to do basically anything that would be bad for my foot.
6. Children will climb across your lap while you are in a wheelchair if you are blocking them.
Yes, this happened. No, the child did not know me.
7. No shoe has quite the same sole thickness as the boot.
Well, one pair of flip-flops is pretty close in thickness, but it is winter. I am tired of only wearing a left shoe. And as if it isn’t difficult enough to walk in a boot with a broken foot, having two different shoes on makes it more obvious and challenging.
8. Cruise control.
My old car didn’t have cruise control, so I often forget that it exists. But if you ever break your right foot, you stop forgetting about cruise control.
I guess I will just add it to the list of adventures I am having. It hasn’t been so terrible, mostly inconvenient and uncomfortable, but not an adventure I ever need to experience again.