12 weeks ago I broke my leg and I’m having some mixed feelings about it (still). On one hand I can’t believe it’s been that long, but on the other… I have felt every single moment of boredom, pain, and frustration of those 12 weeks. I’ve learned so much about myself in these past few months and continue to learn more. It’s really funny: life has definitely thrown me some curveballs in my lifetime, but this one… this one has definitely affected me the most. For example, last week my latest set of x-rays revealed that my bones haven’t made much progress in stitching themselves back together. I had waited 5 weeks in between sets of x-rays and yet very little progress was made in terms of bone growth. This discovery felt like a punch to the gut. The thing is that I have done everything I could to inspire my bones to heal: acupuncture, collagen, extra vitamins, healthy diet, bone broth, hours of physical therapy, icing, heating, and even more. If you’re a numbers person, here’s another way to put it: I should be 60% healed by now, but instead I’m still at 20% which is the same as where I was 5 weeks ago.
But we have a plan. I’m having another tiny, baby surgery on Friday. Nothing big, not like last time. This is to remove a few bits of my hardware in the hopes that it will allow the bones to close the gap a bit more and speed up the healing. I’m nervous and optimistic, but also trying not to think too much about it. I have a tendency to do that and get all worked up, but rarely does it seem to help.
I have posts in the works for next week, but if I’m not around as much, that’s why! I’ll be posting lots of Instagram Stories though, so be sure to catch those.