After a bleh few days between Christmas and New Year's Day, I woke up on January 2 full of energy. By 7:30, I was ready to go, with clutter picked up, laundry in, cat in carrier, and car moved out front for trip to the vet ~ and I slipped and tumbled down our six or so concrete steps, landing in a bizarre position in the snow. The cat and I sat there for awhile, she meowing and me dazed and wondering what and how to do next. I managed to creep to the car and get us in, thinking that with the damage all on my left side, I could still go to the vet's. I pulled into the street and quickly realized that the level of pain I was experiencing precluded any such goal.
Thank God for cell phones! A couple of hours later a friend had gotten me to an orthopedic surgeon, and Friday I had surgery for my broken ankle. No weight bearing allowed, for perhaps as long as a month. A 3:00 a.m. hour of pain this morning so severe that I thought we might have to call an ambulance to take me back to the hospital. (And yes: I have a nerve block dripping continuously into my leg, plus Vicodin, plus Advil, and when the anesthesiologist calls today, I am going to have to ask her how long I can double the dosages.)
I have no idea yet what I am going to do about church, where I am not this morning, or my college teaching, which theoretically starts a week from tomorrow, or my many months anticipated week-long retreat at Georgetown University, planned for the first week of February. I have no idea how I am going to wash my hair this week!
But my mind is clearing, so perhaps I'll start writing again.