Adventures in Longboarding
I've got a list of activities I want to do now that we're living in California: learn to SUP and surf, hike the numerous trails, play beach volleyball, and longboard around the neighborhood with my dog. So, I bought a longboard...and subsequently suffered a Lisfranc fracture and will be undergoing surgery tomorrow to have a plate and 4 screws inserted into my right foot. YIKES! More on that in a minute...
I debated with myself if I should even blog about this, for several reasons; but, then decided most people never post about the hard times, the struggles. Don't get me wrong, some people share WAY too much and are constantly bitching and complaining about something, but that's not what this is. Does it suck to have my foot practically broken and not be able to drive myself, walk without the assistance of crutches, take a normal shower, live my normal life? Absolutely.... It. Fucking. Sucks. But what's done is done, I can't go back and prevent my little accident from happening. I think the worst feeling I had post-accident was guilt, an overwhelming feeling of guilt. My husband and I JUST moved here and we had so many plans of being active and taking advantage of all that California has to offer, I JUST received a job offer, things were JUST falling into place.
After my diagnosis, I researched as much as I could on Lisfranc injuries, especially after meeting with the doctors and hearing that my foot will never be the same again. I'll be in a cast, unable to bear any weight (aka still on crutches) for approximately 10 weeks after surgery, followed by many, many PT sessions to regain function of my foot and ankle. Full recovery takes at least a year, but it will never be 100%. That's terrifying to hear, especially when you rely on your feet so much. There's a possibility I won't be able to run again, that just walking more than a mile will be extremely painful. I wanted to cry right then and there in front of the doctor as he answered my questions. It consumed my thoughts for a whole week, and that was as long as I would allow it. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, being depressed and upset, I've made a conscious effort to keep moving forward.
I know it's not going to be easy, but what the hell is?
