Passion...

... inspired by another Annie's journal. Last night I got fed-up of my loving family badgering me to try to move around on my munted leg, although the ortho specialist expressly forbade any weight-bearing activity at all costs. I spent a few hours researching what to expect after my particular injury, and what to do to get moving again as soon as possible. I read the experiences of numerous tib-fracture patients from around the world, and got equally despondant and optimistic by turns. Some report excellent healing progress, others have less happy stories, but all took absolutely months to get back to anywhere near normal, if ever. It seems that all injuries are slightly different, in that the break, or in my case breaks, varies in location and type of fracture, with different treatments and subject to the individual healing potential of each patient. So there are no answers. I was sort of trying to block the whole thing out and just get through each day as best I can, in the knowledge that one day soon it would all miraculously work perfectly again. Now I know it will take a long time, and once Nature has done its bit there will be lots of hard work from me required. Needless to say I went to bed very disheartened, and waking up with a very sore and swollen leg for no apparent reason didn't help. That journal entry about Passion popped up when I went onto Blip, and jolted me out of my despondency. There were reassuring things on those websites too. Virtually all of those giving accounts of their progress, whatever their age or fitness level, reported being excessively fearful of falling again while healing. I thought that was just me being a wimp. Also the knee and ankle stiffness and immobility and random swelling and pain - all normal.

My passion now is to be able to dance again and feel that Arabic music turning into movement in my body. I was never that good at it but now just want to do whatever I can. Of course I could always turn to ballet... I suspect I'd be a dead ringer for Miss Piggy.