I'll have the current cast till my follow up appointment on the 14th of March (which happens to be Kelly's birthday, Pi day, and Steak and BJ Day), which is also when I"ll find out if I'll get a walking cast, or if I'll have to keep weight off it for more time. Here's to hoping that I'll be off the crutches by then, or St. Patrick's Day in Butte could be miserable (but maybe I'll get a green cast then . . . )
Unfortunately, the doc this morning was saying it'll probably be four months or so before I can even think about getting back to any sports that involve cutting and lateral movement - that means no soccer for Mr. Chang.
So, over the past few days, it's funny that while I tend to be rather cynical in life (amazingly keen observation I know), it seems I'm the optimist lately. When people find out that I broke my ankle, they tend to respond "Man, that sucks" where as I've just been like "ah, whatever . . . it happens, and I'll deal with it." Not that surprising, considering I tend to roll with the punches in general, and very few things get me worked up, but I've been surprised at how negative most people seem to be about it.
I also discovered I have a rather high pain tolerance level. I always thought mine was pretty low, because I don't deal well with hot pans, or even super hot water when doing dishes. First sign that I can take pain? After I fell on the Prospect Shaft trail coming down Mt. Helena, I walked the half-mile or so to the trail head on the broken ankle. (This is also why my dad said not to worry about going to get it looked at when I called him the evening after I did it - apparently if you can walk on it, it's probably not broken.) Both doctors, the nurses, staff, etc along the way seem rather surprised that I did that. They also seem surprised that I'm not in any pain, and that I don't need painkillers. (Of course, I have some friends who are shocked that I passed on the painkiller's script, but that's for other reasons . . . )
The other interesting thing about this is how people treat you when you're a gimp. I've got all kinds of people opening doors for me, offering to carry things for me, etc. On the other hand, I'm a pretty fiercely independent person - I'll usually go to movies by myself, I almost never ask for help, and I just get things done. I kind of laugh at how far out of their way some people will go to accommodate the cripple (that's me for those of you who haven't been able to keep up). I mean, sure it's great that people want to help out, but in no way to I expect assistance. Hell, I have a hard enough time asking people to drive me places (like to the doctor, the grocery store, the orthopod, and to run some errands today - thanks Christine, Justin, Becca, and Christine again respectively).
Anyway, I've made a list of the best things about being on crutches:
- I only wear one sock at a time now, so that means I only have to wash socks half as often as before
- I'm going to DC next week, and I only have to pack half the shoes I regularly would. Let's hope I don't get my right and left mixed up . . .
- Airports, while previously just ho-hum, will now be challenging and exciting obstacle courses - I've got to remember to put the Mission: Impossible theme on to my mp3 player before I leave on Monday . . .
- People tend to stare at me - you'd think they'd never seen an Asian guy with orange hair on crutches . . . poor, sheltered Montanans
- I'm probably going to put on 10-15 pounds in the next month - going from playing soccer weekly, hiking Mt. Helena regularly, snowboarding almost every weekend, and walking everywhere to hobbling along on crutches should do wonders for my metabolism
- I'm glad my brother is so caring . . . :P
- All this "free time" will let me return to being a computer dork - note the increased frequency of postings . . .
- On the other hand, a half mile (the approximate distance from my apartment to my office) on crutches is a great cardio workout, though my deltoids are pretty damn sore right now
- Along those same lines, my deltoids and my left calf should be nicely toned by the time this is all over - on the other hand, my right calf will be non-existant . . . you win some, you lose some . . .
- I find myself thinking I'm a Jedi and can use the force, much like Silent Bob in Mallrats - sometimes I'm just stretching, trying to reach whatever it is I need, that I can't quite hop on over to, thinking that I'll use the force to draw the object to my hand . . .
- While a loft apartment over the Walking Mall is pretty damn cool, it loses some of it's appeal when have to hop up 20+ stairs to get home - let's not even talk about the spiral staircase . . .
Edit: Added the Jedi bit