An anniversary
Jan. 17th, 2012 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pecuniumA year ago I broke my ankle. As such things go, it was a pretty simple break, and the healing was straightforward. The bone is knit, but the healing isn’t actually over. I can still feel the line of the break, and there are still bruises on my leg.
For all that the healing wasn’t all that difficult, there is no way I could have done it without the help of a lot of people. I’d like to thank (again)lklrmn, savorie djdijit and vvvexation , without whose help and comfort my first couple of weeks would have been much less tolerable. I’d have been stir crazy and unbearable to one and all without them.
elisem deserves special mention for the kindness she sent me, without which my entire convalescence would have been much closer to miserable. commodorified’s, “box fort” for the bed was a godsend, and the forbearance ladymondegreen showed when she came to visit was perhaps more than I deserved (cranky, and drugged).
Most especially I need to thanktenacioous_snail, who (quite apart from any self-interest she might have had in not living with me under the influence of cabin-fever and opiates) was supportive from the get go. I never doubted that, had I thought it needful, she would have; without hesitation, abandoned our plans to go to the DeYoung to see Van Gogh, (and a lot of other pretty paintings; and no, I don’t think I made the wrong call. I’m glad I didn’t know it was broken yet, because those eight paintings were worth a day and a night of moderate pain… some things are worth great deals of effort to see [and a heap of praise to the woman who saw to it that I could see it as it ought to be seen]. I don’t regret the wait to go to the hospital one bit).
She shepherded me through lots of things I’d not have managed half so well on my own, was; steadily, unstinting of her time to see to it I got to things I couldn’t have done easily (even when I could have done them myself). She put up with my living on the couch for a couple of weeks (imposing on her space/ability to be alone), and was a pillar of support and comfort.
Thanks are due to lots of people I can’t recall to name from this remove, emotional support, and random passers-by who were helpful. Some folks who gave me advice (like the person who told me about “kneel-chair”s). I’m not one to pretend that everything happens for a purpose, or that every cloud has a silver lining (certainly this cost me a couple of grand in lost wages), but the way my friends rallied to my side,and the ways in which people in general were kind, and helpful, could have certainly damaged a Cynic’s certainty.
For that I should like to say thanks to one and all.
For all that the healing wasn’t all that difficult, there is no way I could have done it without the help of a lot of people. I’d like to thank (again)
lklrmn, savorie djdijit and vvvexation , without whose help and comfort my first couple of weeks would have been much less tolerable. I’d have been stir crazy and unbearable to one and all without them. elisem deserves special mention for the kindness she sent me, without which my entire convalescence would have been much closer to miserable. commodorified’s, “box fort” for the bed was a godsend, and the forbearance ladymondegreen showed when she came to visit was perhaps more than I deserved (cranky, and drugged). Most especially I need to thank
tenacioous_snail, who (quite apart from any self-interest she might have had in not living with me under the influence of cabin-fever and opiates) was supportive from the get go. I never doubted that, had I thought it needful, she would have; without hesitation, abandoned our plans to go to the DeYoung to see Van Gogh, (and a lot of other pretty paintings; and no, I don’t think I made the wrong call. I’m glad I didn’t know it was broken yet, because those eight paintings were worth a day and a night of moderate pain… some things are worth great deals of effort to see [and a heap of praise to the woman who saw to it that I could see it as it ought to be seen]. I don’t regret the wait to go to the hospital one bit).She shepherded me through lots of things I’d not have managed half so well on my own, was; steadily, unstinting of her time to see to it I got to things I couldn’t have done easily (even when I could have done them myself). She put up with my living on the couch for a couple of weeks (imposing on her space/ability to be alone), and was a pillar of support and comfort.
Thanks are due to lots of people I can’t recall to name from this remove, emotional support, and random passers-by who were helpful. Some folks who gave me advice (like the person who told me about “kneel-chair”s). I’m not one to pretend that everything happens for a purpose, or that every cloud has a silver lining (certainly this cost me a couple of grand in lost wages), but the way my friends rallied to my side,and the ways in which people in general were kind, and helpful, could have certainly damaged a Cynic’s certainty.
For that I should like to say thanks to one and all.
