TMP — Activities of Daily Living

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off.

Okay, maybe I should be grateful that, after having fallen off of a ladder and fracturing my hip, I can still do these things at all. No, check that, I am very grateful that I can still do these things at all. It could have been worse. But that doesn’t mean I can’t grouse about it, does it?

What am I talking about? I’m talking about activities of daily living. Things that those of us who are able-bodied take completely for granted. Things like hopping out of bed in the morning and jumping into bed at night. Like getting dressed and undressed. Like going to the bathroom, taking a shower, grooming. Like walking.

Yes, I can still do these things, but not without a bit of a struggle. Most of these activities take me anywhere from five to ten times longer than they did in the before days (before I broke my hip). Getting dressed is an ordeal. I have to use tools, like a grabber, a hook, a device to put socks on. I have to use a leg lifter to get my leg up on the bed at night.

Sure, I could ask my wife to help me out, but my occupational therapists says it’s important that I learn how to use these aids and do it by myself.

And even sitting down or getting up from a chair takes concentration. I’ve got a 50% weight bearing limitation on my left leg, so I need to focus on what I’m doing so that I don’t inadvertently put too much weight on that leg. Even walking using a walker requires concentration so that I don’t take a misstep.

And then there are the half a dozen or so home exercises the physical therapist has me doing: three sets of 10 repetitions for each exercise three times each day. It’s all so fucking exhausting!

Okay, I’m done with this peeve.

Staying Alive

On Friday I’m scheduled to be leaving the post-surgical orthopedic rehab facility as I enter the next phase of my return to normalcy. I will be transitioning from inpatient physical and occupational therapy sessions to at home sessions. My primary care givers will no longer be doctors and nurses, but my wife. She will also be my primary meal preparer and housekeeper. She will also assume a huge burden of physically and emotionally caring for me as a result of my stupidity that caused me to fracture my hip. And I couldn’t be more grateful for her presence in my life.

I’m still in a serious amount of pain at the site of the surgery (my left hip) and my left leg feels almost like dead weight, unable to follow the simple instructions my brain is sending it. My energy level, particularly after going through rigorous physical/occupational therapy sessions, is drained. I know it’s going to take a lot of time, effort, and patience before I will be back on my own two feet, literally.

So, on to the point of this post. I have been able to keep my daily FOWC with Fandango prompt going because I usually have a few weeks worth of those daily posts scheduled in advance. And I think, even while focusing on my physical recovery, I will be able to keep them going. I’ll probably be able to keep my Flashback Friday posts going, as that mostly involves reblogging a previous post. But I have other prompt posts that might not fare so well in the near term:

  • Monday’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge (#FFFC)
  • Tuesday’s Fandango’s Story Starter (#FSS)
  • Wednesday’s Fandango’s Provocative Question (#FPQ)
  • Sunday’s (sometimes) Fandango’s Who Won the Week (#FWWTW)

These posts will have to go on hiatus until I get my mojo back. I just don’t have the energy or motivation right now to keep them going. If any of you would be interested in temporarily (or possibly permanently) taking over any of these challenges, please let me know. Otherwise, these four aforementioned posts will be off the radar for a while.

While I’ve been trying as best I can to read and respond to your comments on my way fewer posts these past nine days, I have not done as well keeping up with your posts. I hope, as the weeks go by and my recovery proceeds, to resume reading your posts more regularly and to be able to respond to the prompts and challenges many of you post.

And again, thank you for your well wishes since my fall.

No Energy

No energy
No energy to talk
No ability to walk
Can’t get in and out of bed by myself
Can’t go to the bathroom on my own
My left leg feels like dead weight
Muscles not responding to instructions from my brain
Physical and occupational therapy sessions four times a day
Painful, grueling, and exhausting
But as they say, “no pain no gain.”
Who the fuck are they?

All I do is eat a little
(No appetite for this hospital food)
Between therapy sessions
Spend most of my time trying to sleep
Lots of weird, strange dreams
Where I’m able bodied
And then I wake up in this place
In the middle of my nightmare
Is it any wonder I’m depressed?

They say they’re sending me home next Friday
For the next phase of my recovery
I’m doing what I can
Fighting through the pain
To be ready for that
In the meantime
No energy to open WordPress
No energy to write
No energy to read, like, or comment.
No energy to thank all of you
Who have wished me well
Wished me a rapid recovery
Thank you

Kevin is a Happy Camper

Ever since his cast was removed after the operation to repair a fractured wrist, Kevin had experienced an intermittent twitch in his right hand, and it was making him miserable. “My conjecture,” Kevin’s doctor said, “is that you’re probably experiencing muscle weakness due to having worn a cast for the past four months.”

The doctor suggested that Keven undergo physical therapy or acupuncture, but since Kevin couldn’t stand the idea of needles that pierce the skin, he decided to go the physical therapy route. Within a matter of two weeks, his twitches, while not completely gone, had dropped in frequency quantitatively, which made Kevin a happy camper.


Written for these Daily Prompts: The Daily Spur (operation/miserable), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (intermittent/twitch), Your Daily Word Prompt (conjecture), Word of the Day Challenge (weakness), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pierce), and E.M.’s Radom Word Prompt (quantitative).

FFfPP — Freak Accident

Eric was sweating. Drops of perspiration from his forehead were finding their way to his eyes. His palms were sweaty, too. These were not good signs. Not good at all.

Eric looked down at the long, angry scar on this left hand. His mind flashed back to the last competition, when he was on his way to a first place finish. For his final shot he pulled back on the bow and just as he let go of the bow string, the arrow splintered, sending a large shard of wood into the webbing of his left hand between his thumb and forefinger.

They called it a freak accident. There was a lot of blood and it hurt like hell. Eric was rushed to the hospital and got about 20 stitches. He was assured that, with physical therapy and lots of practice, he could eventually return to competitive archery.

After months of therapy and practice, he was back competing in a tournament. Eric knew the odds of another arrow splintering were infinitesimal, but he couldn’t help but flashback to that day last year. When it was his turn, Eric took a deep breath, pulled the bowstring to the anchor point and let the arrow fly.


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit. GaborfromHungary at Morguefile.