one only

One the first night, friends flocked in after work.

It was a rather shocking news, for them and myself.

"Where is your left foot?"
This was the first question they asked even though they arrived at different time.
Just to make sure.

I had my left leg hide beneath the blanket. My right sat on the plaster support.

I had the bimallueor broken on the right (Two pieces were broken.). Most of them heard that I had both legs broken. So that sound awfully terrible. When they came and saw me, they were in great relief.

Me, too.

By God's grace, just one only.

waiting

I was accepted to the "Trauma" list.
Actually there is nothing much to do, except staying in bed.
I learnt how to live on the 4 X 6 feet space.
All human basic needs were fulfilled within that space and a public area.
To be very honest. I did not get used to complete my basic life cycle within that space, however I had no choice.
To eat in a public area, was ok.
To sleep in a public area with strangers, was not very ok.
To vee and poo in a public space, was extremely not ok. Especially when the workladies and nurses forgot to pull the curtains, it was terribly not ok.
I was so stressed out that all my normal cycles were broken.

Let it be.

exercise the broken

The physiotherapist came.
She taught me how to exercise the broken ankle.
She explained it would help my muscle before the operation.

1. Keep moving the toes for blood circulation.
2. Bend my right leg.
3. Lift the entire right leg.

moving the toes were okay.
But I shaked terribly while lifting the right leg.

"Your right leg did not have enough strength. Keep this up," said the physiotherpist.

Lifting a painful leg, which was wearing a plaster.
Heavy indeed.

But the exercise helped a lot when my foot lost feeling.