On May 16 I fell off a ladder. I annihilated my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), that important little thing that attaches the thigh bone to the shin bone. While I was at it, I tore my lateral meniscus, a sort of shock absorber lubricator inside the knee. In addition, I seriously strained (or possibly tore) a hip adductor (a muscle that allows you to move the leg inward). When the first surgeon looked at the MRI results, he said: “Shit. Oh my god. Oh, shit. This is not good. Shit.” (I did not find that at all comforting.) The second surgeon, the one who did my surgery, told me that there’s a little u-shaped piece on the meniscus that, on mine, was now upside down! (I did not find that at all comforting!).
On June 13, after two weeks of physical therapy that was necessary to get me into shape for surgery, my surgeon took a piece of my hamstring and built me a new ACL, and tidied up my messy meniscus. In the fourteen weeks since then I’ve had three-and-a half to four hours of physical therapy three days a week. Three weeks ago my surgeon finally cleared me to come home (though not to stop physical therapy).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the home I share with my sister (Beth) was robbed. Among other dastardly deeds, the thieves yanked out drawers and threw the contents all over. Beth did her best to clean up my room, but she had no clue where my things go. In addition, I can no longer climb up into my loft bed, so she and a friend took the legs off it, turning it into a low bed, and all I have to do to get into it is bend my knees. It is lovely! However, I’ve lost all the generous storage space that was underneath.
So after four-and-a-half months away, I am finally home. I’ve still got a long healing road ahead of me (I can walk short distances, but often with a pronounced limp. My knee hurts a lot and my hip nags at me almost constantly. My leg doesn’t bend the way it once did. I’ve lost a lot of strength. My balance is funky and I stagger sometimes.). I’ve got a ton of work to do rearranging my bedroom. I get to train a new physical therapy team. Whew!
I had certain expectations for my summer: gardening, beekeeping, blogging, writing. I got none of that. Instead I got injury, surgery, displacement. But after I fell, I (almost) immediately began asking the Universe what I needed to learn. I (almost) immediately opened my heart to healing that would go way beyond just healing my leg. And I am here to tell you that this has been the best summer I’ve ever had. I learned so much; I learned so much about myself. Amazing and wonderful relationship things happened, with family, with friends… even with a new romance.
Stay tuned, because I’ve got a lot of processing to do, and I’m going to be doing it here.