It's hard not to feel frustrated knowing that today marks a year from my accident. It's hard not to focus on all the things I can't do yet. But, when I sit down and think about everything I got through it's hard not to feel proud.
With that, I made "the year later post" made up of pictures. Because if I look at through pictures and all the steps I have made it through it's so me easier to view it as something i've overcome rather than something that's getting in my way.
Valentines Day 2012, I went to Megans to bake Frank cookies.
The cookies, minutes before they we're splattered all over York Ave.
From Boston to New York in the middle of the night, Frank made it to the hospital as well as with my parents.
Surgery 1: The external fixater, a stabilization device. Metal rods attached to my knee and heel.
I was home with that thing for a week! Luckily, I was too drugged to realize what was even going on.
Surgery two: 3 plates, 21 secrew. Couldn't they just give me a cast?
Ouch, this new metal leg REALLY hurts.
First form of protection, a soft cast.
3 weeks after the accident.. 31 stitches
Hey wait, I'm tugging on my ankle as hard as I can and it won't move.. at all. Not even a cm. No one prepared me for that.
Weeks later.. upright and standing. With a little help.
-10 pounds later..
First bite.. Carbo loading
Stitch wounds, trying to heal. Lots of neosporan..
After I had the realization I wouldn't be getting off these things for half a year, I decided to style them up. Crutch purse, most brilliant invention.
This is what I like to call "the crank" also known as a torture devise. 30 minutes a session, 3 times a day x4 months. How I got my motion back..
First workout. And the wonderful boot.
3 months later.. The aircast. And some sneakers to go along with my new crutch walk
My official Boston Marathon time. HA
Surgery 3..:"the removal of hardware"
A break through my empty screwhole. MY WORST NIGHTMARE. devastating.
10 month later, Recovery Party
11 months later.. My first night in heels
Today... My body.. My biography.
When things are really hard, sometimes you just get through it without even thinking about what happened. Now that I am mentally and physically OK I can actually sit back and think about everything that happened. HOLY SHIT.
Thank god for my wonderful parents, family, boyfriend, and friends. I could not have done it without them. When I got off the tred mill today, after finishing 3 miles at a 7:45 pace, I thanked god for my drive, too.
Dedicated to: Dr. Dean Lorich, my very attractive doctor, who i've spent way too much time with and "is sick of seeing me" but managed to piece my shattered ankle back together. Best orthopedic surgeon out there. Gotta love this guy.
