The six weeks following surgery when you are prohibited from putting basically any weight on your operated leg presents a special set of circumstances. On the one hand, you are tired and recovering and need a lot of sleep and are happy to hang out at home. On the other hand, you have basically been in the house for six weeks straight (in my case, almost four weeks to date) and you are starting to go stir crazy. As a result, I decided to venture beyond my apartment door a few times in the last couple of days to see, what the kids these days call, the outside.
Yesterday I went for my disability evaluation with the MTA Access-a-Ride paratransit program (http://www.mta.info/nyct/paratran/guide.htm). Basically, its an on-demand alternative to standard public transportation which, if I am deemed eligible, I could use to get to my appointments and even to work since wheelchair accessible public transit is not really an option where I live.
In the wheelchair and used the lift to get into the bus. Once onboard, I was SHOCKED (see shocked face) by how many cables and belts they used to make sure I did not roll around.
My friend Dave helped push me around in the wheelchair. I am really bad with the wheelchair, like bad enough that the nice lady at the evaluation center suggested I take lessons. I get stuck in corners, a lot. I always think of that scene in Austin Powers where he tries to do a three point turn and gets stuck in the hallway. At least I can laugh — otherwise it would be tragic.
I’ll hear within 21 days whether I’m eligible for service. Fingers crossed!
My husband and I realized that it had been a long time since we’d taken our dog to the park to run around so on Saturday we bundled up like crazy and Guy wheeled all the way to Fort Greene Park so that Boris could play with his buddies.
After all of that activity, it was nice to have a visit from my husband’s Aunt Margaret and cousin Elaine.
They were so kind and brought pastries, bagels and a cake. We relaxed for a while — it has been so nice to have visitors. Since my energy is still FAR lower than it used to be and since my mobility is basically non-existent, I have appreciated that people have been willing to stop by.
Next big adventure? I am weening myself off of Tramadol and onto only Tylenol and Aleve. Oh, my life is full…