So today I met Dr Doom. He was very nice and friendly, and he talked with a very smooth and concerned voice as he told me that I should be prepared for never getting completely well, that I MIGHT be able to ski, but that I shouldn’t expect to get back to where I was before the accident, that there is a probability that I will develop premature osteoarthritis in my ankles, and that I should be able to walk without crutches… in august. Yeah.
No no no no no no no
Until today, the thought of not getting completely back to normal has not crossed my mind. Its just a Tibia fracture for crying out loud (yes, I did it. Cried out loud, I mean, in the car, on my way back home).
No no no no no NO!!!
I can’t grasp it, and I will not spend my energy worrying about it. Because, what’s the use? So I have decided that the Doctor is Dr Doom (sorry Dr Doctor I’m sure you meant well) and that another doctor might have told me a much less gloomy story of my life. Because this is fact: my leg is healing as expected as far as I understand. No screws are wondering around inside my body, and the darn pain that I have that refuses to go away is in my tendons, not my skeleton.
The only thing I can do is to continue with my rehab, get stronger and try to get rid of that damn inflammation in my ankles. One day at a time. Two steps forward and one step back. My God, I will have a forehead of the size of Greenland before this is over!
And so over to something completely different.
Well almost. To kick my sorry ass over that crevasse of despair and turn my head straight, I went out biking around Umeå. This is what I saw.
Well that at least made ME happier. Tomorrow, I’m gonna be like Maria and work on my track stand.
Oh, the cliff hanger!