Day 21

Aargh! It is so hard to have limited options as to what to do. If only I could drive! I get these wild moments when I think, "I'm just going to do it - get in the car and drive." Then I come to my senses. I just want to go to the gym and get in that pool, feel the weighlessness as I glide through the water, feel my arms strengthening and the blood rushing into my poor foot. As you can tell, I'm frustrated today.

Some friends own a 60 foot boat they keep moored in the Bahamas. We have a trip planned there over Spring Break. We live on the West Coast, mind you, so this is no small jaunt. The trip there requires three transfers. I hope I can do it. If the doc says I can't, I won't go, but it will kill me. I should just be about beginning weight bearing that week. If I call ahead and get wheel chairs to transport me, I can do the transfers. I just hope I will be able to walk on the beach and get on and off the boat to snorkel.

Now back to the almost present. Yesterday, my scooters flipped on me two times. The first one was the indoor scooter. I had some heavy laundry in the basket and was sitting on the scooter seat rearranging a closet shelf. The scooter brake was on. When I stood up, somehow I must have pushed the scooter forward. The brake being on coupled with the weighted basket sent it flipping forward. Thankfully, I grabbed the closet shelf and did not go over with it. The next near disaster was on the outdoor scooter. It is not at all stable on a slant and I know that. I was trying to get off a small narrow sidewalk to go across the lawn. The scooter was turned to the max and it suddenly fell off the sidewalk and flipped onto its side. There was nothing to grab onto. I started to go with it but managed to right myself and balance on my left leg. I righted the scooter and marvelled about not falling on my foot either time. The third time tends to be the bad one, but, fortunately, no third time came. I felt a little cursed and was careful the rest of the day.

The pain I feel these days is a little in the knee where the graft came from and a pretty localized place on the 5th metatarsal. The latter one has sent me to the pain pills a few times already this week. It is strange how the foot can be stressed even with no weight on it. When I overdo it in the house or yard, the foot hurts. Part of that seems to be from stretching to reach so many things. Somehow it puts pressure on the foot.

I have not heard back from my doc about a letter so I can get a shuttle to take me to the gym. He is only in the office Tuesday and Wednesday because he teaches the rest of the week. I keep looking in my e-mail for a reply, but none. I just need to get out of this house and get some exercise!