Ankling on #2 News Years Morning-Welcome 2022♡
It has been two or so weeks since I returned from hospital.
My broken ankle and surgery to which I graciously adopted a plate and several screws into my ankle has not set in as much.
The feeling of a material that was part of the great industrial revolution in Australia, feel ever so foreign to me (excuse the pun?)
On a dry Summer day, not that long ago I had to get my temporary cast replaced with the more secure, strong four week cast set.
Amongst the hustle and bustle of the orthopaedic ward, a nurse buzzed passed and handed me a a keyring of cast colour samples.
This was new to me.
For a brief moment I thought I was picking curtains at a drapery.
With a some what vast selections of colours, I decided on the reassuring, somewhat comforting colour pink.
With my cast colour decided, the surgeon and nurses removed my temporary cast and unveiled my bare broken ankle.
I could barely glance upon the damage.
Two incisions seared into either side of my ankle. Sharp, precist lines roughly run 10cms up my ankle.
A bruise lakes around the heel of my foot. I gather myself from wooziness as I advert my eyes as they wrap and realign my ankle.
I hobble on New Years Eve.
The heat sweltering and swelling my leg. Medical attire that is most certainly not designed for the cruel Australian Heat.
When the weather is just perfect for a skate. I long to glide.
To feel the eucalyptus scented breeze dance through my hair.
As the days of healing go on, one step at a time….
I countdown the days,
ever so gently to which I can safely place both feet back upon the ground.
I think we all have that inner yearning.
Happy New Year all.
May 2022 guide you with love and light.