Today is the third day of convalescence for me with this broken 4th metatarsal.
Every day living is a lot more work without a working left foot. My day starts with just trying to get down the stairs. My crutches stay downstairs, so I hop around in the bathroom or crabwalk to get around. The hardest part is getting up from the floor using just one leg. Matt has to get my clothes for me, and then I bump, bump, bump down the stairs on my bum.
My crutches are right at the bottom of the stairs, so I stagger over to the couch, exhausted from the work. Matt is kind enough to feed me some breakfast and coffee before he heads out to manage sheep. Even going to the bathroom is a huge exertion, since my body is putting a lot of energy towards healing. I’m finding I’m very sleepy throughout the day.
I usually get started on some of the computer work that I am trying to get done while I’m confined to sitting. Elvis the kitty has gotten a lot out of my need to sit. She’s been cuddling up quite a bit. Lucky the parrot doesn’t understand why I can’t come and get her right now.
I miss spending time with the sheep. I miss getting sheep cuddles and chin-scritches and the smell of their sheepy bodies. I trust Matt completely, but it’s hard to let go anyway. Matt has been giving our injured ewe pills in marshmallows. Apparently, she is an expert at eating only the marshmallow and tossing the pills as much as possible.
I tried to cook dinner last night. I lost my one-legged balance and fell down, so we decided to improvise a little more creatively. Here I am cooking on a chair.
The orthopedist says I am off the foot for six weeks, at a minimum. I never thought I’d say that it’s a best-case-scenario for a ladder accident, but I won’t need surgery and it looks like healing should be fairly straightforward. The doctor examined the foot for tendon damage and thinks I may be in the clear for that, too.
We are still looking for an intern who’d like to help Matt move the sheep. We’ll train our helper on rotational grazing and we can pay in meat or wool. Room and board might be available for the right person, so please let me know if you are interested, because Matt’s already exhausted and we’ve got quite a while yet to go.
2 thoughts on “Sheep and a Broken Shepherd”
I’d love to bring you dinner one afternoon. Are there any dietary restrictions or allergies or food dislikes in your household?
I love everything but mushrooms and olives! It would be a treat just to see you.