Time Goes By

I’ve had a broken leg for one week now. Well, one week, twelve hours and forty-two minutes. Not that I’m counting. Okay, I am. Because as annoying as the past week has been, at least it went fairly fast. Pain is funny that way. It actually makes time go quickly. It was like that when I had my kid, and during the many hours I’ve spent getting tattooed. Pain makes time flow in fits and starts. The clock will be stuck in one place for what seems like months, and then it’ll jump ahead and you wonder where the last hour has gone.
But now the pain of my broken leg is lessening. And that leaves me, just me. Laying here, alone, hyper aware of the fact that every movement I make requires a huge amount of effort. Although I’m getting better on my crutches, I can’t make myself a meal, or even sit at my desktop computer because I’m supposed to keep my leg elevated as much as possible over the next two weeks.
So I’m stuck in bed now. And time is beginning to go very slowly. I’m not feeling quite up to writing yet (percocets are not conducive to creativity) and I can only spend so much time at my computer before my eyes start to cross, anyway. The only thing I can do is lay here and watch a movie every now and then. And so time is starting to pass very slowly.
I’ve had a few people tell me it’s good for me, this sitting around. Because I’m a bit of a spaz normally, and a control freak. So now I have no choice but to just lay here and let everyone get me things. In theory, it doesn’t sound half bad, right? But for someone like me, it’s torture.
Anyway, this is only temporary. As soon as I get the cast off (in two weeks) I’ll be able to be a little more mobile. I won’t be making gourmet dinners anytime soon, but at least I can be upright for more than a few minutes at a time without needing painkillers.
And I still plan on going to conference. Which is four weeks and four days away. Not that I’m counting.

June 26th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Seriously milk up this down time. Some day, you’ll look back on this moment and refer to it as ‘the good old days’.
Take it easy and get as well as possible before San Fran! We want you healthy! But if not, I get to push you first in the wheel chair!
June 26th, 2008 at 1:37 pm
Thank god you’re going to conference because I don’t know what I would do without my Feist.
I almost spelled it fiesta. And yes where you’re around, it’s always a party! Broken leg or not! LOL
Take care of yourself. I think I would go crazy too. The waiting on part sounds nice but after a while, I think I’d go bonkers.
Love you.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:59 pm
Sending healing vibes your way, Feisty. :)
June 26th, 2008 at 4:41 pm
Karen you’ll still have me! What am I minced liver?
June 28th, 2008 at 1:20 pm
Wait a minute. I thought I WAS the entertainment!
June 28th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
Well, sometimes you go to the restroom. Then I get bored.