Post-op instructions:
Elevate left foot above heart – Check!
Walk with crutches – Check!
Shower with bag over cast – Check!
These instructions appear totally simple and do-able – all so helpful to heal the incisions of my left foot. How could the Dose not follow Doctor’s orders? Yet I needed to follow these directions for a sum total of two months. Eight weeks. Sixty days. 1440 hours… a forever amount of time when only a day has passed.
My private thoughts were something like this:
Day one: not too bad
Day two: not bad
Day three: bad
Day four: brutal
Day five: get this cast off
Day six through Day 60 my mindset changed… for my sake, it had to. The stress of not being able to “do” was doing me in! So I gave myself permission to keep my feet up and just be – being okay to not be all so productive.
My major responsibility was to let my foot heal. Seeing it as a temporary assignment, the Dose put this event into perspective.
Two months in a cast? No problem. As my mother would have reminded me – it’s not a whole lot of time in the scope of one’s life.
Reflective Perspective
Originally posted in 2012.