You know what I learned about myself when I broke my hip? I’m not a very good patient. I imagine this is SHOCKING information to anyone who knows me.
I don’t like to “sit around”. My brain is constantly buzzing with “what’s next” and I’m often off flitting to the next three things before the first seven are done. So, “healing”, or as it was in my case, sitting around on my butt for 6 weeks, was not on my agenda.
No real reason that all of the dishes in the cabinets needed to be rearranged… other than that I can’t get on a ladder and I should have been using my flamingo balancing skills on taking my first shower in 5 days, not telling Chad that the bowl needed to go a little further left. No, I mean the other left. Ok, yes, I meant right.
No real reason that this was when all the shirts needed to be ironed when they’d done so well slightly wrinkled for 5 years. No real reason that I needed to check the mail or start making piles of things that we didn’t need anymore that I would inevitably trip over with my crutches.
All of these things could have waited until I was off crutches.