2013 has been a very difficult year for the D family. In the almost 14 years we have been a family, I can think of only one other year that I was not fond of. So we approached the new year in January with little apprehension or angst. It took a grand total of three days for the year to start of on the wrong foot. Or more accurately the right foot gone wrong.
On January 3rd Daddy D was injured on the job. He hurt his ankle while delivering mail on his route. An innocuous pair of stairs somewhere along his 12+ miles of walking a day. In the emergency room that afternoon he kept insisting that he would be back to work in two or three weeks. This week we mark seven months since he was injured.
What followed the initial examination was weeks of rest. Then several months of physical therapy that failed to improve the pain and discomfort. Followed by more tests, MRIs, and a referral to an ankle specialist.
Finally on July 9th, six months and six days after his initial injury, he finally had his first ever surgery to repair his tendon. Here he is leaving the house hobbling. That was three weeks ago.
He has been in a cast every since. Last week we volunteered at the camp we run in Pennsylvania each summer for 8th and 9th graders. He had to stay on the sidelines, quite literally. It was hard for him to not take such an active role in this year’s efforts.
Which brings us to me. A very tired, sore and perpetually cranky me. Seven months of spending pretty much all day every day together can do that to you. Plus being the chauffeur for all six of us, as Daddy D can’t drive. I am trying so very hard, but it has been difficult. And I have to admit, it is very frustrating for hubby to not be able to pitch in and help out.
Today he had his first post-op appointment. At which they changed the cast. He chose bright orange. I can find his leg anywhere right about now.
The next appointment is in three more weeks. He is hoping to get out of the cast and start to be able to put some weight on it. Walking boots, air casts, braces and some intense physical therapy are on the horizon. He hopes to be back to work in October or early November. And in the meantime we are trying to make the best of the unexpected loads and loads of time we have together as a family!