My sense of humour has returned, so I must be doing better!
On Monday we were told that I would need surgery to wire the bones back together. So we drove into Whitehorse that evening and I was at the hospital at 7:30am on Tuesday. 11am the surgeon came out to tell me that he changed his mind and I would be fine in an air cast. In the 2 minutes he talked to me, he said no weight bearing for 2 weeks, sit in an air cast, then change to a high top hiking boot and start slowly on weight bearing but make sure my ankle doesn't move side to side. Not much for instructions! A doctor will be in Faro next week and I will be asking her for more information and a referral for physio.
Coming home last night was great. Here again is why I love Faro- two of my friends had come in and cleaned my house while another friend made us supper for that night. So spoiled!
Today I am just sore all over. The bumpy drive and a lot of walking with crutches took all of my energy. I am sitting with my foot up and doing a heck of a lot of nothing right now.
The hardest part of all of this is feeling a bit lost. Sunday I cried all day. Seriously, all day. I realized I cannot do the Chilkoot hike in early July and my hiking partner is going to find someone else to hike with. I have been dreaming of this hike for years. It was my big goal- to lose enough weight and be physically fit enough to do this hike- it was like a big finale for me and this weight loss journey. And then wham. I fall on my face in gravel and that finale is fracked. I was heartbroken.
But I cannot wallow in self-pity for long. I gave myself Sunday to wallow, got a lot of good advice and encouragement from friends, and felt back to my usual self on Monday. New goals have been set too. Late this summer I will hike the Dena Cho Trail from here to Ross River. So now I am excited again and have something to work towards.
Now. To sit here and do a lot of nothing without going crazy. Wish me luck!