In those 11 weeks, I've had a lot of time to sit and think. I also spent a lot of time sleeping (pain pills will do that to you), and a lot of time watching Downton Abbey. I didn't feel like reading, I couldn't move around well, and I was in pain.
You really start to appreciate the little things when you can't:
- get in and out of the shower by yourself
- get yourself any food or drink
- easily get on or off the toilet
- leave the house except for a doctor's visit or maybe church
- clean the house (sure a break is nice, but 11 weeks?!?!)
- cook dinner
- do any kind of chores
- sit at the dinner table with your family
The break, the resting, the sitting and doing a lot of nothing was fine for the first few weeks. But then you get restless. You want to go out into the world and do something, but it's too much effort to even get out of your pajamas and your husband is working 50+ hours that week so there's no one to even go out with. You get in a rutt and you want to get out.
I don't remember much of the first 2 weeks. I watched episodes of Downton Abbey that I don't remember and I apparently had a conversation with a lady at church that she remembered but I didn't. I felt bad that my husband had to work 50-60 hours a week, including 12+ hour days with some of them starting at 4:30am, and then he had to come home exhausted to help out with the evening routine. My teenagers were VERY helpful, but there are certain things that needed to be done that they just couldn't do. My poor husband is so tired! I think he's more excited about me FINALLY being able to drive than I am!
I had friends and family that helped out a lot along the way. They took me to the grocery store, drove me to church and homeschool group, brought me delicious homemade bread and took my kids to their activities. There were people I only knew through Facebook (law enforcement wives are VERY supportive of each other!) who checked on me, encouraged me, and asked me how I was doing.
I know this period of time happened for a reason, and I may never know that reason. I know that I had very important plans that were changed and God knew that all along and still allowed me to miss a step off my back porch. I also know I could've used my time better, but I didn't.
I look forward to the changes that will come from being mobile again. I look forward to slowly walking up and down my road to get back in shape and see how my foot holds up. I look forward to getting back into a routine and getting some order back in the house.
And I hope I never break a bone again!