Three weeks ago I broke my friggin' ankle just going downstairs. My foot went out from under me and I landed on my tailbone (one would think I had sufficient padding there to protect me) and that hurts worse than the ankle. But the ankle has been getting all the attention as it dislocated as well, meaning I had to have surgery the next day. One plate and six screws later, I'm finally back together and for the last three weeks have been living in my Mom's house begging rides to work. I can't put any weight on the blasted thing and my tail still hurts. I have a wheelchair at work and am learning the meaning of the word disabled. I'm a retail sales manager in a 160,000 square foot, three floor building and I'm getting intimate with the necessity behind the Americans With Disabilities Act. For me, at least, I'm only temporarily disabled. I can't imagine what it would be like to be like this for the rest of my life.
Excuse me for babbling, but going on-line is one of the few things I can do right now. I can't get the cast wet (besides I can't stand on it) so regular bathing is out of the question. I love to read, but am tired of books right now. I've been working on inventory maps for my store, but have a hard time getting enthused over them.
I've had a lot of time to think about being handicapped, and I can't help but think of all the GI's, male and female, that have been injured, marred, in this bloody conflict. Despite all good intentions, we've gone back into the past and are currently embroiled in another Vietnam style fiasco with wide ranging repercussions. My cousin is a major in the Marines, and he said from the get go (not publicly, that's not allowed) that everything was screwed up from the beginning. He and many of his colleagues, have no trust in the administration or their ability to see us clear of this mess. As a matter of fact, he has hurt his career because he has refused promotions that would place him in the Pentagon because he refuses to work for Donald Rumsfeld. My cousin places much of the blame of the mess squarely on his shoulders.
I think of all the young Americans and Iraqis who have their entire life ahead of them, now maimed for the rest of their lives. Or worse, snuffed out too early. We have to find a peaceful solution and get out!
I'll go back to my "range of motion" exercises now.