Aw, crap.
Hellboy is my hero for the next two months. He keeps moving forward no matter what he sees, and while he's the kind of guy who feels protective and ashamed to ask for help, he knows how to receive it when it comes along.
On the 17th of April, just as I was leaving my apartment, I slipped and fell while riding my bike. Through some kind of pretzel-like mid-air contortionism, I managed to get my ankle between the pedal and the pavement, while at the same time keeping my entire weight on top of the bike, bearing towards the ground. Truly, it was a marvel of physics and flexibility.
Both bones that keep my foot attached to my leg broke off, as well as one of the ones that gives it the proper shape. When I looked, my foot was actually hanging more or less backwards, with the skin bunched where it twisted. Everyone in the medical profession who has seen my chart, my x-rays, or my foot has winced, and promptly offered me morophine.
Currently, the whole bit is in a cast awaiting surgery a week from Monday, where we'll screw things back together and put in some plates so the bones can all heal in the right places. My doctors and nurses have been awesome, and I'm being attented to by the USC people, who specialize in sports-like injuries. Overall, this whole process of getting back on my bicycle should take me about 2 months, during which I'm going to have to get that pedal replaced - it's mangled beyond use.
In the meantime, things like using the restroom and getting something from the fridge have become, as they say in South Africa, a "mission." I know that this is completey temporary, and that soon enough I'll be biking again. In the meantime, I need to learn to ask for help and to receive it with grace, especially under pressure. The times I least like asking for a hand are the times I most need one, typically. Beyond that, when even the basics of living come as a bit of a struggle, the pursuit of my creative goals is going to take a lot more discipline than usual. I know I have it in me, and I know my goals are worth it.
I believe everything has reason and cause, and I know that what I am learning here is to become emotionally grounded - to share and feel my interpersonal emotions with some kind of grace and ease. My goal is to learn it quick enough to send this sloppy drooling demon of a problem back to his higher dimension once and for all - right, HB?
On the 17th of April, just as I was leaving my apartment, I slipped and fell while riding my bike. Through some kind of pretzel-like mid-air contortionism, I managed to get my ankle between the pedal and the pavement, while at the same time keeping my entire weight on top of the bike, bearing towards the ground. Truly, it was a marvel of physics and flexibility.
Both bones that keep my foot attached to my leg broke off, as well as one of the ones that gives it the proper shape. When I looked, my foot was actually hanging more or less backwards, with the skin bunched where it twisted. Everyone in the medical profession who has seen my chart, my x-rays, or my foot has winced, and promptly offered me morophine.
Currently, the whole bit is in a cast awaiting surgery a week from Monday, where we'll screw things back together and put in some plates so the bones can all heal in the right places. My doctors and nurses have been awesome, and I'm being attented to by the USC people, who specialize in sports-like injuries. Overall, this whole process of getting back on my bicycle should take me about 2 months, during which I'm going to have to get that pedal replaced - it's mangled beyond use.
In the meantime, things like using the restroom and getting something from the fridge have become, as they say in South Africa, a "mission." I know that this is completey temporary, and that soon enough I'll be biking again. In the meantime, I need to learn to ask for help and to receive it with grace, especially under pressure. The times I least like asking for a hand are the times I most need one, typically. Beyond that, when even the basics of living come as a bit of a struggle, the pursuit of my creative goals is going to take a lot more discipline than usual. I know I have it in me, and I know my goals are worth it.
I believe everything has reason and cause, and I know that what I am learning here is to become emotionally grounded - to share and feel my interpersonal emotions with some kind of grace and ease. My goal is to learn it quick enough to send this sloppy drooling demon of a problem back to his higher dimension once and for all - right, HB?
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