Getting used to living alone with crutches
It has been a week since I have been using them. I broke my fibula last Monday and since then, I have been doing practically everything as before, but much slower. My brother drives me to the gym for teaching and training and the rest of my work is at home, on the computer. With time, I learned how to cook, wash the dishes and then the more difficult tasks: fill the water and food containers for the pets (three dogs and a rabbit) and take a shower with a full-leg cast.
I don’t like asking for help. Actually, I might not like help at all. My daughter came here and offered help – not really sincere, if you know what I mean. And in her second “help” attempt she tried to impose a deadline for a task in which she should assist me. I sent her away. Don’t need that sort of help. I’m not sick – I just have a broken leg. And no one will abuse me for that reason.
And… don’t expect me to keep away from the big bench. I haven’t been treated all that well after my marks went up and I won all the champs… broke a couple of records… If “they” expect me to be down and blue, then my message is “in your dreams”.
If I can get my friends to go with me to the BP meet this weekend, I will. Not only I will, but I will win. Not only I will win, but I will probably break another record – even with my stiff leg up, no arch, no good form, no nothing: just my desire to lift heavy and kick some ass.
July 17, 2007 at 1:01 pm
Keep fighting!! Awesome determination!! Good luck with the meet and give that bar the ride of its life.
July 26, 2007 at 12:02 pm
Ah, Jason… I wish I had: I didn’t have a ride, so I couldn’t go. But two weeks from now, I promise you, I’ll be back with the gold medal or my name is not MC!
Thanks for the support!