Lame Brain
I missed a step. Literally. I fell down the stairs, fracturing a bone in one foot and spraining both ankles. Now I have to stay off the broken foot for six weeks or more, followed by another month or so of walking in a boot.
It could’ve been worse. I didn’t fall on my hands. I didn’t hit my head.
Somehow, my thought processes are affected anyway. Limited mobility is a big distraction.
I can’t sit at my desk because I need to keep my feet up, so here I am on the couch. I’m thankful that I can work on my laptop, although the setup is less than ideal.
Meanwhile, it takes an extra 30 minutes to do absolutely anything. Pouring myself a cup of coffee or fixing a snack can require advance planning. I look forward to all kinds of ordinary activities. I dream of walking the dogs or planting a garden. These are not lofty aspirations, but they’re not achievable just yet.
And this house is full of stairs. I thought I’d have another 15 or 20 years before that would be such a big deal. I’m getting a preview now.
I need to pack a bag to go into another room. Leaving the house is also a major undertaking. I can’t drive yet. When I do, I’ll enjoy my temporary disabled parking permit. For now, I can’t even vwalk out my front door without help. It’s too steep out there. Walking the dogs is a dream.
It’s a temporary setback. I should be back up on two feet in just a few weeks. I’ll focus my eyes on the horizon and move on.
