Who Wants to Talk About My Broken Leg?

Tomorrow afternoon it will be a week since the accident that has temporarily turned my world upside down. I can't believe it's already been a week. The last few days have been pretty good considering. I don't think I've even cried in a couple of days. Yesterday was pretty eventful. I rented a wheelchair and used it to go into the police station to pick up my accident report. I now know the name of the guy who hit me as well as his insurance information. With H and B's help I also got a handicapped tag for the car of whoever is carting me around. Then I spent a few hours visiting with friends at the park while the kids played. All of that wore me out but it was nice to get out of the house. I've been home all day today but had a friend from out of town and her kids hang with us for part of the day. Tonight Hannah and I watched a movie on Netflix (Grace is sleeping over at a friend's house). It was one of the ABC Family Holiday movies that we never get to see because we don't have cable. It was rated PG but had multiple references to sex--not even veiled references, they talked about having sex or not and sleeping with someone, then the brother came out of the closet at the Christmas dinner table and told the family he was gay. There was also swearing in it, not a lot and no really bad words but still. I think it was the "dirtiest" movie Hannah has ever seen. Great bonding moment with my tweeniebopper. :0) I was really surprised that this was considered a family movie. Guess I need to get my head out of the sand. Anyway, the highlight of my evening was a shower! I successfully mastered getting a shower all by myself. I can't explain how happy that made me. I had to wait until Ollie was home and had time to try out my idea and my idea worked. Woohoo! It was still a lot of work but I am thrilled to have that independence back. I even got my own pants on. And to think a week ago I was stressed out because I had too much to do. Now, I'm thrilled just to put my own pants on. Gives me perspective... Another highlight of my evening--almost as great as the shower was Chinee Takee Outee for dinner. Thank you to Debi...it was soooo good, Hannah and I were in heaven. I spoke to the guy-who-hit-me's insurance company this afternoon. They took a statement from me about what happened. Thankfully, his insurance is really good and will cover anything mine doesn't cover. One of the things he told me (after assuring me that they do indeed believe that I was hit) was that the man wasn't even sure he had made contact with me. He's either in denial, seriously too impaired to be driving, or lying. He seemed like a nice guy so I wouldn't think he would lie. In my memory--he hit me hard, it was loud, and I went flying. How can he wonder whether he made contact with me or not?? Really crazy. Anyway, to wrap up all of this talk let me just say that the outpouring of love and offers for help and food and treats has been amazing and I feel so blessed to know so many wonderful people. I also feel blessed for having such capable children. They have really stepped up--especially the girls. We've had a few rocky moments but for the most part they have been amazing. They have cleaned, done laundry, cooked, and filled my water cup about a billion times. I am thankful.

I Broke My Leg...

So, last time we talked I was "Livin' My Dream." Now...not so much. I think all of my readers know this but just in case--I was hit by a car while walking into a store on Wednesday afternoon. Thankfully, the only injury I have is a fracture in my tibial plateau. The above picture is not my tibial plateau and although I haven't seen my x-ray--I think this is what my fracture looks like. Miraculously, I am not bruised or scratched up on my other side even though according to the police I was thrown a good five feet before hitting the ground. I am so thankful that I didn't hit my head, I am thankful that the man didn't run over me, and I am thankful that I didn't have any kids with me. I am on the road to a long recovery--at least 2 to 3 months of no walking, no weight bearing on my leg at all, and no driving.
Here's a picture of what I see most of the day--my braced leg (so thankful for this brace instead of a cast, I can take it off for icing and bathing), my old-lady-walker, and the bell that my children got for me at a yard sale on Friday. Also within reach is my phone, iPod, computer, a basket of books, a spiral notebook for making lists and taking notes, my Bible, a sleeve of crackers, my pain meds, and a tall cup of ice water that is regularly refilled by my children. I am slowly adjusting to this new normal. I would be lying if I said that I was taking this all in stride (no pun intended)--I have shed many, many tears and spent my share of time worrying about how I'm going to do this, that, or the other. However, I am typically a cup-half-full kind of gal so after a good cry I choose to once again put on my big girl panties and deal. God and I have chatted quite a bit and I know He's going to carry me through and draw me close to Him during this time of forced rest. I am beyond thankful for all of the offers for help and rides and food. My family has meals provided every night for the next 2 weeks already. I will be learning to let go of my pride and accept all the help I can get. Thank you for your prayers for healing and peace of mind and strength for my family.