So having a cast has created a bit of a problem in more ways than one.
Today, let’s talk about bathing. It’s happening. But mercy, it’s a pain in the rear! Obviously, I can’t get the cast wet. My only option is to wrap it fully. The hospital gave me a neato rubber sleeve to use for just this purpose. Unfortunately, when I read the instructions on it, I realized it contains latex. I am allergic to latex. Hence the allergy alert bracelet.
Even though I can’t use the nifty appendage sleeve they provided, I still need to cover the cast. A smart person would have just bought something like this.
But that would also involve going to the store myself. Not happening anytime soon. Or sending someone else to the store to track it down for me. I’m already totally dependent on others at this point. I’m trying not to add to my needy list.
Plus, I have trash bags and packing tape. I got this!
The balance act required to take a shower by itself is a thing of great acrobatic skill. I thank yoga for getting me through this time. I cannot put any weight on my broken ankle. That equals me actually standing in the shower on my good foot while resting my trash-bag-covered-cast-encased-repaired-ankle on a seat in the shower. Fancy.
So while bathing is happening, shaving is not. I just can’t stand one-legged in the shower long enough to wash my body, shampoo & condition my hair and shave. Not to mention the sort of balance angles required to shave. Nope.
But accordingly to the shaving guidelines, I am good.
In eleven hours is my post-op appointment. I told you in my last post, I am excited. And I am. But I am also scared. I want to see the incision, but at the same time I’m afraid that seeing it will make it more real and make the pain harder to deal with. Right now it’s a mental game when I’m in pain. I can envision a small, neat incision. I can then mentally shrink the pain into something manageable.
But if I actually see the size of the incision… If I see the staples and it doesn’t look so clean… I’m afraid that it may set me back, mentally. And I think a huge part of healing is mental. Having the faith that things are getting better. Believing that healing is happening.
Does that make any sense? Or are my meds doing the talking for me now?…
I don’t know what I will decide to do until I get there. I may have someone else take pictures of it for me to look at later. We will see.
What are you allergic to?