I'm so frustrated right now.
We went out, I saw the house, I saw the state, I'm excited about moving. I came back with all kinds of purpose, and energy, and ready to finish packing up and move. And now, because of this stupid injury, I can't do much to help. We only have a week, and I'm tired of sitting around getting nothing done.
But I can't help out. I limp badly if and when I can walk, I'm using crutches (forty bucks for the stupid things) to get around outside the house (it's too cluttered inside right now) and hopping and hobbling around when I'm in the house. The stairs are a huge pain in my ass. I have to crawl up them and slide carefully down them, little-style, on my rear. (Remember doing that as a kid? Bump-bump-bump, down the stairs? Not as much fun when you're a 150lb adult woman with an ankle injury.) When I'm sitting, when I can, I prop my foot up on whatever's nearest (currently the edge of the kitchen counter) and toss a bag of frozen veggies on it.
I can't lift anything that weighs more than about five, maybe ten, pounds and keep my balance. I've been tripping over everything, dropping things everywhere I turn. My phone has taken the brunt of the beating-by-dropping. I swear the chair/stool I use in the kitchen is going to collapse under me any day now.
I am going to do everything in my power to get this to heal as fast as humanly possible. Lend me what energy you can spare, I'll be doing as much as I can on my end. Please, think good thoughts. And thanks to everyone who already commented and wished me well.
I am feeling better already today, just talking with
eccentric_alex on the phone for a while. There was careful pacing in the kitchen, interspersed with long bouts of sitting in a chair with my foot propped up. So far, so good.
I need to go finish watching Supernatural. (Mama finally pimped me into her fandom. Damn.) And then, I need to talk my roomie into keeping an eye on me in the shower so I don't slip and die. XD
Ja matta ne, minna-san.