Yesterday I saw my ankle doctor at 9:30.
He’s having me fitted for a custom-fitted brace. It’s of a lighter weight than the walking book and doesn’t go up to your knee. You can wear a shoe over it.
In other words, it is shaped around the contour of your ankle, then has a few straps up above the ankle to keep it in place.
A Custom-Fitted Brace:
Rhis is the 2nd or 3rd custom-fitted brace he’s had made for me, but the other two didn’t do the job.
I told him I didn’t know how much longer I could wear the walking boot. Now it even hurts wearing it and driving with it. And it’s really doing a number on my hip.
So we’re trying this new brace next and more physical therapy.
Last night my hip throbbed until about 4 a.m.
His nurse took a computer tablet and walked all around my foot to get the total dimensions for the custom fit.
It will take up to 6 weeks to arrive at his office.
He said that walking, just walking around and doing normal things, is what is causing my tendon to tear.
A New Rollator Came Home With Me:
He also gave me a prescription for a rollator like many of you told me about. I had the prescription filled at a medical supply place.
Here it is in all its old-lady-having-a-hard-time-getting-around glory.
How has this so quickly become my life, I wondered as I was driving home?
A year ago I was in physical therapy, but I could walk and stand up for a bit longer than a few minutes. I felt more independent and sure of myself going places.
Now it’s all I can do to get to the dumpster and to my car under the carport.
I’m often having to use both feet to push the brake in my car. Because the ankle in the boot is painful and needs help from the left foot with the lift on the sneaker to help it out.
You’re not supposed to drive with a boot on. In the beginning, he’d told me not to drive with it on at all. But what is a person living alone to do?
So as time has passed with the deteriorating condition of my ankle, yesterday he said: “Do what you have to do. But please be careful.”
A Reality Check:
Right after that appointment, I got a reality check as I walked down the sidewalk toward my front door.
There was a woman headed toward me in some sort of chair with wheels, but it didn’t really look like a wheelchair.
She was having to use both feet to walk herself along. I saw what looked like a small bag of trash in one hand. With the other hand, she was holding onto the chair.
I called out to her, as I can’t move as fast as I once did. Because if she was headed to the dumpster behind me, I wanted her to stop right where she was.
I could tell what it was taking out of her to get even a foot down the sidewalk.
Just Headed To The Dumpster With Her Trash:
She couldn’t hear me till I got closer. “Ma’am, “I said, “are you going to the dumpster?” And she said yes.
I said well give that to me and I’ll take it down there. She looked so relieved.
“Wait,” she said, “can you help me get this chair over that hump?”
The hump she was referring to is a place on the sidewalk that is raised in front of my walkway, probably from tree roots underneath.
So I helped guide her across it. I have no idea how much farther she had to go.
But if I felt sorry for myself on the way home, the reality that there’s always someone worse off truly hit me after that.
I’d just gone inside to call to find out where I could locate a rollator that took Medicare when there was a knock at the door.
A Kind Neighbor Bearing Gifts:
I opened it to see the neighbor who lives above Ron and Pat, the couple in their late eighties. I’d met her recently when she helped me inside with a big Amazon package.
She was holding out a carton of eggs in front of her.
“Do you eat eggs?” she asked me. I told her I did.
She explained that she’d just come from her daughter’s house, and she raises chickens. Sometimes they have too many to eat and give them to her to bring to the residents here.
She opened the egg carton to show me 12 beautiful brown eggs.
“So I bring them back here and hand them out,” she said. “Would you like a carton?”
A free carton of eggs that had recently been gathered sounded wonderful to me. I thanked her as she walked away with her cart of giveaways.
When I put them in the refrigerator I saw that she’d written the day the eggs had been gathered on the end of the carton.
So many nice people I’ve met since I moved here on January 26th.
The world is sometimes an ugly and scary place. And there are all kinds of people in it.
There are people who just need a little help to get over a difficult-to-pass place on the sidewalk in order to move on.
And then there are kind neighbors walking around handing out free cartons of fresh eggs to anyone who wants them.