I fell on some ice a couple of weeks ago. It turned out that I fractured a bone in my ankle. I was put in a cast and told not to bear weight on it for 6 weeks.
I knew I couldn't walk on crutches for very long so I borrowed a walker, then ordered a scooter. The thing weighs 29 lbs so its a lot to lift in and out of the car. I have rarely been able to do it without putting some weight on the broken leg.
Then I stumbled in the hallway trying to get down the stairs. I ran my hand into the wall and bent my finger back all the way, breaking it in 3 places on Friday.
I live alone and have nobody to help me. Well, there are a couple of people I could ask, but I hate to ask. I am ordering groceries to be delivered and have put my dog in a kennel. I can't ask people to do my dishes or my laundry or help me wash my hair. But those are things that need to be done and its really a struggle.
And there's been a fair amount of pain. The ankle is getting better but I had surgery on my hand today and the anesthesia has worn off. It hurts like hell.
I feel like such a wreck having all these injuries. It makes me feel vulnerable and depressed.
Just letting it out,