Homeward Bound

Being that my own vehicle was a stick shift, thankfully a friend was generous enough to go out of his way and drive my truck back to my house while I drove his automatic. Huge thanks for that, because I have no idea how I would have arranged getting my truck home otherwise, none the less myself.

Well, now I was on my own. My house is a tiny 1940's mother-in-law unit above the detached garages of the main house. In other words, my entire living area is on the second floor. My washer and dryer and mail are all in the garage - downstairs. Having a tiny house has it's advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that there's almost always something solid within arms reach, meaning the chances of falling are smaller. It also means maneuvering with crutches is complicated since there's always something for them to catch on, run into, etc.

Thankfully I've got a pretty good pain tolerance, so I was able to manage. My stairs have solid railings, so while it requires a level of patience I haven't had to exercise until now, they are not that big of a deal. Crutches in one hand on one side, railing on the other. Another thankful is that I made fitness a priority earlier this year, so my upper body strength was pretty good, and I could muscle myself around pretty well.

Crutches, however, require patience I wouldn't have imagined. I'm not known for being the most patient person - once I make a decision, I like to act on it. NOW. Crutches don't really allow that. They are a "take one stair at a time and be sure you're set up for the next one before you proceed" kind of deal. I nearly took a few diggers just off of that. I'm learning, and getting better, but the first couple weeks were tough to accept that this was how things were going to be.

I tried to convince myself it wouldn't be that bad.

Monday after the initial break I had an appointment with the orthopedist - at least they got me in quick. I still didn't have access to a vehicle, however, so had to rely on Lyft to get me to and from. I also needed to go pick up prescriptions - thankfully my first Lyft driver had the patience of a saint and was amazingly helpful. She got a tip bigger than her fare because of her amazing help and patience.