Two Girls, a Plate and Some Crutches
ACL and ankles and ow... oh my
I’ve been off my walker since September 5.
I’ll never take walking for granted again.
Being able to get around without help.
The day after I was cleared to go full weight-bearing on my ankle; Spawn had ACL surgery.
It was her first time under the knife and she was apprehensive. The mother of one of her friends from high school drove us and the friend came along too.
I was really grateful to have their company in the waiting room.
The relief when she got out of surgery…
I’ll write more about the aftermath later.
Fast forward to her first physical therapy appointment.
I went with her.
The Uber driver pulled up.
Spawn is in a brace that goes from mid-thigh to mid-calf.
I’m in my surgical boot.
The Uber driver:
He looks at the both of us.
What happened?
Spawn and I collapse into giggles.
We know what we look like.
It’s the ultimate mother/daughter experience.
We dish about our physical therapy appointments.
We dish about getting more and more mobile.
We dish about the weirdness of us going through this together.
We are both relearning how to walk.
My ankle will take much longer to heal than an ACL.
Spawn’s recovery time is six weeks, mine is six months.
We are healing together.
