Yesterday at 1:30 pm I stepped off the bus at West Georgia and somehow landed on the side of my foot with a resulting blinding white-hot pain through my right ankle. I can’t even tell you how it happened it all was so fast, but somehow Leslie got me home and Wayne and Ginny have been taking care of my every need.
Let’s just say, while I may be an awesome nurse….I am a terrible patient. I really don’t have time to be sick or injured and I get extremely frustrated when I must have someone help me to the bathroom.
When you are a runner and get injured, it’s a catastrophe. I have thought about both races I am supposed to run this weekend…..frustrated. I am thinking about the training program I am supposed to start on Monday for my marathon……frustrated. I am thinking about how I probably need to eat only 800 calories for the next few days since I’ll be sitting my hiney…..frustrated.
When you are a nurse and get injured, it’s a disaster. Most nurses I know do not want any help, yet I can’t walk ten feet to the potty…….frustrated. You realize that the healing process is going to be at least two weeks, and you can’t rush it….frustrated. My pain tolerance is low, very low, and I don’t think ibuprofen works fast or efficient enough……frustrated.
But, I am going to sit in front of the TV all day and knit, and drink coffee, and take a potty break when I get my courage up. So maybe I’ll remind myself that it’s OK not to always be in control, that sometimes you have to receive help instead of always being the provider.
And maybe, if I’m really good, and I wrap my ankle really tight, I can make it all the way to potty by myself tonight.
Patience, it’s a virtue.