J+14Height Gained : 2.59cm / 161cm
Let me start by saying, there's a special place in hell reserved for those who disregard the disabled. I admit I have never been fully aware nor paid any particular attention to ramps and disability accessible facilities etc
But when you're unable to walk, trying to hail a cab, and they pass you with a shake of the head because it's too much trouble to unload the swivel chair or mount the wheelchair ramp, that's when you realise the amount of discrimination out there.
While Adriana (my best helper in the world
) was out hunting (as she calls it as it's quite strenuous) for a black cab for me, I was left near (not blocking) the entrance of the gym in my wheelchair. There were people who rushed in, saw me 'in their way' and actually rolled their eyes because I was an obstacle (from tomorrow on, I will wear a cardboard sign on my chest like a good gypsy woman, "Broke legs saving twin babies from cliff"), maybe someone will throw a penny my way.
That said, there are more kindness out there than there is prejudice. Many a cab driver would take the extra time to be super helpful and all of them related their bone breaking experiences. One of them even presented me with the gift of a quran
Insh'allah! He said "May Allah lighten your path..." I'm touched! Another today proudly dropped his trousers to show me his femur scar (and boner
ok, kidding kidding, bad joke!) and I showed him mine
... amazing how much technology has evolved. Mine's no longer than a thin 5cm, while his is a complete autopsy or frog dissection or Scarface... runs the entire length of his thighs. He called me a sissy!
The last 4 days have been nonstop workouts for me. 200 reps of 10 exercises do take up the entire day in addition to 1:30hr of cycling. I do feel more mobile, my knees buckle less and I feel more confident on my walker frame. In addition, I can now roll around, on my side, back, fetal position, yay! I'm told I should be graduating to crutches tomorrow now that 14 days are over. Looking forward to kissing the pavement for sure.
My clicking schedule has decreased from 21 clicks per day to 15 (1mm per day). Surprisingly enough, NO PAIN, NO STRESS to click. It takes me exactly 1 min to click one set (5 or 7) per leg. I've been quite thrilled because clicking was what I dreaded most. But since I'm that girl who'd take 11 roller coaster rides back-to-back so that I could get over the fear and LOVE roller coasters, I programmed myself to look forward to clicking (as Doc G is fond of saying, "Bon cliquage" (somehow doesn't sound anything nice like "bon appetit", in fact, it makes my skin crawl). Now, I just can't wait for each 8hr sequence to come around so that I can embrace the fact that it's adding 1mm to my height and nobody in the entire world can give me the gift of height but me (and Doc G)! How am I going to 'edit' my new HEIGHT on my passport? Late bloomer? Oooh, luxurious problem to have...
I'm still on sleeping pills but not getting a full 8 hours uninterrupted. I wake up every 2 hrs to pee, take painkillers or cycle a bit because of the tightness, heaviness, soreness (not pain, just irritating dull achy bones). I can't sit still for more than 5 minutes before some part (like butt) becomes sore, and I've to fidget some more. I accidentally glanced at my butt today and wow! I really thought I'd get to parade around in a g-string next summer with super sexy long legs... but with a butt riddled with bruises, welts, rashes - it's back to the burquini for me
It reminds me of the one time I fancied a guy and we had a date set up (he lived in Moscow and me Paris at the time). Excitedly, I got my teeth laser whitened (not the Groupon torchlight kind) so that I could bedazzle him. It turned out, my teeth became so sensitive, contact with air made me wince and I had to purse my lips the entire time. Needless to say, his parting words were, "you're so shy
" No farewell kiss either even though by then, my teeth was glowing enticingly in the dark and he couldn't have missed
Working out at 10am every day with the 2 others I was operated wth 2 weeks ago, is so fun, motivating and a real highlight for me. For some reason, when I'm with Filippo (who is a STAR, GEM and total sweetheart) in the studio, I don't feel any discomfort or pain. We're concentrated on completing our exercise sets together, exchanging experiences and making jokes. Filippo mentioned today that each group dynamic does influence each other (so lazy ones will play truant, the druglords will get high grinding down and sniffing codeine), ours is an intimate 3 of finance folks (when doc G mentioned 'non-compliance', we asked in unison,"money laundering?"
) but it also means we're competitive and disciplined. Doc G mentioned that he even has groups of patients who were operated at the same time who meet up once a year to commemorate their journey
It is for certain that this is a serious and invasive enough surgery that NOBODY has identical issues. Statistically speaking (I could be wrong), but 2/3s of LL patients encounter complications. From my group and the group before me, ALL of us suffered one complication or another. Mine was a surface eggshell fracture near my knee. I don't feel differently, nor will it affect my recovery/training, but it will take 6 weeks to fully heal and I have to avoid falling straight on my left knee.
I've established a daily routine pat down now, which makes my life simpler as I don't have to think too hard about what to do.
06:00 Wake up and cycle to warm up
06:30 1st set of clicks
10:00 Physio (2hrs + handicap shower facilities - DREAM COME TRUE)
14:30 2nd set of clicks
22:30 3rd set of clicks, lights out
* in between, I continue to finish up daily exercise requirements, siesta etc.
Doc G just called right now (again) to scream at me for using a wheelchair. Someone SNITCHED! And I did put on a trucker's cap, fake moustache, glasses, nose and beard, damned! I cheated, I admit it. I used the wheelchair just to get into cab and into gym (I didn't wanna risk over exertion/falling/unnecessary accidents - besides there's always street drama):
Case 1 : Onslaught of the runs, had to beg cab driver to stop me at McDonalds - got wheeled in quickly to toilet bowl (see? saved my life)
Case 2 : Taxi couldn't find us, parked 100m away and refused to turn around - got wheeled to cab (see? saved my life)
BUT NO, he says as punishment, tomorrow on, 1 hour of crutches pour moi (not even walker frame anymore) everyday
Don't get me wrong, I like picking on Doc G but he is (to my esteem) a great doctor. Doesn't sugarcoat, very serious, cares enough to call up and scold you (2 red cards for me), makes appointments to see you, patiently replies to my endless text messages even on Sunday nights (paranoid questions like, "dear doc, is it bad luck that my cat jumped over my broken femurs?"), monitors your activities, moods, clicks, pains, meds in real time (using a shared server), and BEWARE he has eyes behind his head (he knows what you did!)...
In all the time I've known him, he's only never answered one question. He had told me that he couldn't risk non-payment again because 2 of his patients ran away without paying after their surgery. I was on the operating table high on diazepam, and started slurring, "but how did they run away, when they had two broken leeeeeeeegzzzzzZZZZZZzzZZz..." and there, he NEVER answered my question!
Ps. Women can breastfeed with a towel over their chest, so today I peed (while on wheelchair) with a towel over my lap. But in my guilt and panic, my funnel missed the ziplock bag and before I could react, a puddle was spreading and even running on the uneven gym floor. I was desperate (someone's gonna catch me out and soon), and it was not like I could hop on 2 legs and find a mop. Thank god, I had a can of coke with me, and shamelessly, I gave it a hard shake and sprayed it all over my petite accident. Voila! Problem solved! Me bad! But people with broken legs should be able to pee in public like women can breastfeed openly (unless you're at a Trump convention of course). There should be NO SHAME in answering the call of nature ...with dignity.