This weekend marked 9 weeks since I broke my ankle in a freak, and slightly ridiculous, volleyball accident. I re-read my post of 6th March (here) and found my mood to be, on the whole, anxious and negative.
So what was the reality?
I sulked and licked my wounds for a few days (not literally, that would be both weird and probably impossible!). Actually I have noticed this to be something of a pattern for me. For example, recently I have been looking for work. I am happy to say that I am now back in the workplace, but before that happened I received a couple of knock backs from interviews or people just not getting back to me. Again, in the immediate aftermath of the setback I was a little down and didn’t really want to talk to anyone.
The epiphany here is that I think I’ve realised that’s OK. I have recognised that the way I deal with less than positive situations is to initially withdraw and feel a bit sorry for myself. If I try to force a brighter outlook before I’m ready it invariably doesn’t work out. I suppose on some level it is a similar process to grieving. I have a certain image in my head, or routine, and that is interrupted or taken away and I have to take the time to adjust to that.
In the case of my broken ankle, once I was ready I began to rationalise. Yes getting around was going to be more difficult but not impossible. I couldn’t go play sports or train and so I found other focuses for my attention. I made plans of action and followed them through. I arranged to see friends to maintain that social contact that my injury would prevent me from getting in some areas.
And the truth is it wasn’t as bad as I imagined it would be. Imagine that. The reality not being as bad as the thought. Who knew? (Oh yeah, just about every therapist I’ve EVER seen!).
Tomorrow I will be 3 weeks out of my protective boot. I am still hobbling a little but I am on the right track to recovery. Life has changed again because of my new job, but a good deal of normality is returning too!