Roadblock ahead

Wouldn’t you know it? The one time I actually make a plan and start acting on it, I get a major hurdle thrown in my way. On Monday, I fell down the steps at work and broke my foot. I’m in a splint (sort of temporary cast) and on crutches. The splint has all the other inconveniences of a cast, too, e.g., I can’t get it wet. I’m only just now beginning to feel better, less pain, better adjustment to the crutches. But the crutches still don’t allow me to carry things, let alone handle the large itemsI’d be pulling out of the cabinets. (I actually tried doing it, but it didn’t work.)

The old me would have given up and said, “Screw everything” and gone into a deep funk. But instead, I’m finding other, more sedentary ways to work at the clean up, such as balancing my bank accounts, folding laundry.

I’m hoping that once I have my follow-up appointment with the orthopedic doctor (which is being held up because of workers compensation paperwork), I’ll be in a boot or some other contraption that allows me to be hands free. Then I’ll be able to pick up where I left off. I may have to adjust my schedule somewhat, but I’m willing to be flexible. It’s not “all or nothing” thinking anymore.