Day 5 of the Crutch Life and I'm lovin' it!*
*Sarcasm, thy name is Morgan.
Since the running content will be light around here for awhile I thought I'd share with you a few observations I've made while hobbling around these past few days:
- Everyone is going out of their way to help me, gotta love that damsel in distress feeling!
- Did I mention I'm not very good at asking for help? My stubborn ways are being put to the test with this.
- My armpits are chafed raw and I am now using more body glide than I ever did when I was running.
- I can use the handicap stalls in bathrooms and the little switches on building entrances without getting the evil eye. WIN!
- I have a tendency to get trapped in doorways. (If I weren't me, I'd laugh at me.)
- My arms are getting a workout with every step I take! Xtraining 24/7!
- The crutches fall down pretty much every time I lean them up against something unless they are wedged in a corner.
- I have an excuse for not doing the laundry or anything productive around the house.
- I feel useless because I can't do anything productive to help out.
- I have zero coordination and regularly trip myself, including while going up the stairs.
- Speaking of which, it takes me approximately 5 minutes to navigate the front steps and flight of stairs to get to/from my apartment.
- Having crutches at the gym and pool brings you way too much unwanted attention and are moderately dangerous in both places...
- But you are used as an example for trainers to motivate their clients, "If that girl can hit the gym injured you can do 25 more _____."
- Getting dressed is a nightmare and don't even get me started about going to the bathroom and taking a shower. I wish I worked from home like Katie & Kevin so I could just refrain until I'm walking again.
- Spike's pet names for me, Draggers, Hobbleton, Hobbles, Crutch-a-lot-a-pus, Gimpy, etc, are becoming less endearing by the minute...
- Emotionally speaking, I am a train wreck.
Past/present stress fracture victims, how long did it take you to get coordinated on crutches? Did you notice it bothered you most at night or during the day? How did you handle the emotional aspect of the injury?