The full range of emotions is what hits at the most unexpected times. I’ll go along in my day thinking I’m making good progress, only to almost start crying over the littlest thing, like bumping the toe on my injured leg when I’m going through a doorway. I accidentally put a bit of weight on my leg the other day when I spilled water on my wheelchair, and saw my future progress crumbling in front of my eyes.
I know it’s just the enormity of everything, and I’ve still not yet grasped just how severe this injury is, but it’s a little ridiculous just how flipped upside down my world has become.
Emma, may I ask what kind of fracture you had? I’m at the 50-50 point with surgery/no surgery, and I still haven’t made up my mind if I want to go through with it. I find equally good arguments on either side, but I’m just not sure which way to go.