One Week

So, it's been seven days since my not-so-little quad accident.  The scabs on my face have fallen off (that's a disgusting sentence) and my swollen hand has returned to its regular size.  However, my hand and wrist are still super sensitive, as discovered when I went to shake a person's hand yesterday and nearly crumpled to the ground.

My ass bruises continue to spread, but the ones on my upper legs are finally starting to yellow.  The old tailbone is still sore and lifting Miss K is definitely not an option.  Lifting Bubbaloo is difficult and slow (and it doesn't help when Mr. Wiggleworm thinks he's still in his Jumperoo and continues to kick his legs as hard as he can).  Sleep is getting better and I'm actually able to sleep in bed for the night.

The worst pain continues to come from my leg.  Gravity is pulling all the bruising down to my foot, which has begun to turn a lovely shade of purplish-blue. My leg is still swollen and it's difficult to bend my knee.  I'm finally able to drive again, but getting in and out of the vehicle proves to be challenging.  For the first time in my life, I could actually use Joel's wheelchair parking sticking for the van and not have to pretend to limp when I get out.

On a side note, yesterday was my day to be featured on the awesome new blog, From Shoes to Shiraz, as part of a series on what it means to be thirty :) Head on over to read my take on being thirty.

Enjoy the long weekend, everyone, and stay off those godless quads!