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Ankle Story part 3
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Purple
Last night I had the strangest dream. A purple dream.
While going from Kalihi (that's in Leeward Oahu) to Kaneohe (Windward Oahu), I found the Temple Valley Tunnel (no such thing), an undiscovered shortcut through the mountains (doesn't exist). After going into Kaneohe and up a Koolau ridge, I took the stone escalator (!) to the hidden Windward side of Punchbowl. (Uhuh. Punchbowl, the National Cemetary of the Pacific, is in Honolulu.) From there I could look down between the huge freeway structures (not there) to see Rugged Queen's Island (no such thing) in the river (isn't one of those there, either). Like I said, it was a purple dream.
My cast is purple, too. But it's not a dream. There's pain under its surface. It is a reality, a purple one. The figments of my imagination are pleasant reveries, and this purple cast is not that. (But I must admit that it's the most comfortable cast I've had, and I've worn a number of them.)
I'm staying with Dutch, so much like a mother! I'm well encouraged, well cared for, well nourished, well entertained, well cautioned, well... well healing. Bob (my loving husband) has been so supportive, doing all kinds of sweet things. He's too masculine to mother me.
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update of June 25, 2004
Thank you for your emails. For my fellow trimalleloar fracture victims, you have my sympathies and wishes for a speedy, complete recovery. By popular request, this update includes a timeline. Your doctor may be giving you a different experience...
March
30
Broke
my ankle, transported via ambulance to the emergency room, didn't care
about anything except making the pain stop, and later woke
up after surgery they call open reduction, internal fixation.
April
2
Was
discharged from the hospital with the instructions to keep
it up and keep it
iced. Went
to
Dutch's
(she's
a
friend,
like
a
mother,
with a handicap-equipped home and adjustable bed, to
keep the foot up).
Rosie, aka a walker, escorts
me everywhere.
April
12
The
wrapped splint was removed, the surgical staples plucked out (felt
like bee stings) and
a
purple
fiberglass
cast molded to imobolize my ankle (including foot and about 10" of leg). Very
comfortable cast!
May
13
Purple
cast was removed and *freedom!* replaced
with a
velcro-removable
cast/brace (a black, ugly
contraption). I did not need
to keep it on all the time, so I could take
a shower
without a plastic bag! I
was
told
to
begin
to
gradually bear
weight
&
move my
ankle. I did, I did, I did!
June 15
The black
ugly contraption was exchanged for a small, light-weight
aircast brace. It molds
to my ankle, and would be comfortable if there was a thick layer of cotton between
its plastic and my skin. Rosie, which
has been as constant a companion as humor and
pain, has
mostly been relegated to the corner
as I practice with a cane.
Will be continued.... Pau---for now
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