I did not want to go here for the winter, but now I sit on the couch, restless, trying to settle into a routine where slower is faster and “toes above my nose” is the norm. What I know: Pain free walking is the goal, and 6 months is a small investment to heal these lame, misshapen feet. How it feels: My resistance to sitting still and staying indoors is powerful. Healing is harder than I thought. I miss my bike!!
Noted with some acrostic poetry.
FRUSTRATION *** HIBERNATION
Feeling suspended in time
Rummaging though stuff
Useful to the infirm
Simple tasks are hard
Tipped over a coffee cup that
Remained from yesterday
Apparently I didn’t finish it
Then my scooter-cart coasted
Itself all the way across the apartment
Opted for safety and scooted on my butt
Noticed that the floor is filthy.
How the small annoyances send me
Back to the couch to
Elevate my foot
Nowhere on the horizon
Afflicted by frustrations
That seem tiny when I say them out loud
Injured by the pantry door
On the way to ice my swollen foot
Now the gel pack heals my head instead.