Broken Ankle update

 So its been 8 weeks and 3 days since I broke my ankle.

8 long weeks.

The pic above shows the scar on my inside ankle.

Under this one is 2 screws holding the tip of my tibia on.

Its 6cm long.

Yes, I measured it with a ruler.

 Cankle anyone?

 Right leg has lost ALOT of muscle tone.

Shame my other leg isn't this skinny.

This scar is the biggie.

Its 10cm long.

Underneath it, you can feel plates and screws holding the tip of my fibula on.

Ew.

Overall, pain is at an absolute minimum.

Unless I stand on it - which I'm allowed to do now.

Had my first physio session yesterday, it was soooo painful.

Am going back tomorrow and Friday.

Yes, I suppose that makes me a masochist.

Am trying to walk with crutches, it is slow going but I know I'll get there.

Its learning to walk all over again, learning to trust in myself and my ability to do it.

Its hard.

I don't like it.

This beautiful face...

This beautiful face is the face of an angel.

This is the little girl who has helped me so much over the last 8 weeks.

This is the little girl who now wants to cook independantly, cleans the kitchen, sweeps and vacuums the floor...

She pretty much much wants to do anything she can to help her Broken Ankle mum.

So sweet.

I can't wait to give her her thankyou surprise when I can walk.

And so the broken ankle went shopping....

 Yesterday we went shopping.

Bundled up the broken ankle into a wheelchair (ick) and went shopping.

Bought a noice dress.

$150 marked down to $35.

Portmans, you rock.

But wait folks, it gets betterer.

I bought a size smaller than what i thought I'd need.

And obviously, it fits.

And yes, I'm hanging on for dear life.  

Thanks very much for that broken ankle.

Think I'm going to have to buy me some sparkly pink Converse

to go with this dress.  

Such a shame they don't make them with heels...

*sigh*

The twisty windy road leading to the lookout...

it was so pretty and scenic.

And peaceful.

Bliss.

Broken ankle shoes go walkabout

These shoes
get around!!!!
They hobbled from home to the car.
They hobbled from the car to a lookout.
Then from the lookout to the car.

Then from the car to the teapottery, ice creamery and lollery (the lolly shop)
They then hobbled from the lollery back to the car.
Then (you guessed it!) from the car back to my house.
Exciting stuff, huh?Maybe saying 'these' shoes is all wrong???
Considering I can pretty much only wear one.
Hmmm.

My babe

So sweet

My babe....love her to bits.
She was looking out at the view...
Love these kinds of pics
xxx

The Broken Ankle bench

Ahh

No idea what on earth posessed me to take a photo of this
old, worn, tired bench.
Perhaps it was because it was such a relief to sit on it and rest
the broken ankle.
Or maybe because it offered a fantastic view.
Or maybe because it was interesting because it has character.
Whatever.
I love how this one turned out.