Six weeks ago, I fell and broke three bones in my left ankle. I had to have emergency surgery one week before I was scheduled to leave Chile.
Today, I had a check-up at the hospital. Here, check-ups are called “control.”
So I went for control, expecting to be cleared to start physical therapy next week, but I’m such a delicate flower that my skin is extremely sensitive. The doctor did a debridement to remove some of the scabs over my incisions.
The good news is that it looks like my scarring will be minimal. The bad news is that some of the scabs are still there, and my new skin is angry and red. Between the accident, the surgery, the swelling, the inflammation, and the scabbing, my skin is not ready for prime time.
Things remain the same, meaning no PT for me yet and I still can’t put any weight on my foot. Disappointing. Frustrating. Maddening.
I was ready to move forward. I’m trying not to label this as a setback, but it feels like one.
What to do? Instead of thinking about it that way, I’ve decided to focus on what’s good about this. Just like Pollyanna (God bless her), I’m going to look for the silver lining and concentrate on seven good things about being “stuck” in Chile with a wounded ankle:
1. I’m near the beautiful, scenic Pacific Ocean. (See accompanying photo)
2. One of my caregivers is teaching me to crochet. So far, I’ve produced a circular scarf and a teddy bear.
3. Plenty of time to take online classes–French, sketching, etc.
4. Catching up on reading. I’m currently alternating between The Twelve Lives of Samuel Hawley by Hannah Tinti and Tales of a Female Nomad: Living at Large in the World by Rita Golden Gelman.
5. Speaking in Spanish 95% of the time is a great opportunity to maintain, dare I say improve, my Spanish.
6. Time to work on writing projects. I’ve finished reviewing my soon-to-be published children’s book, Love Me Tender. It will be available on Amazon within the next few weeks. Stay tuned.
7. I get to see even more of my friends here.
Disappointment is that gap between expectations and reality. If I make an “expectation adjustment,” it’s not all bad. In fact, it’s beginning to look pretty darned good.
Do you suppose that’s how Pollyanna got started? Maybe she was a delicate flower, too.