Just an addendum to previous post; it just so happens that I have internet access, but not enough has happened to write a whole new post. So, anyways, here is the added part.
When I was a child, I sprained my ankles 3 times. The first time, I was doing something legitimate. I believe I was doing some sort of trick on the uneven bars at gymnastics and landed wrong, or perhaps I was tumbling; I don't remember. Anyways, sprained ankle, crutch experience number one. Second time (and I am not proud of this) happened at gymnastics again. We were playing dodge ball with a large plastic ball (the kind you can use to do sit-ups and stuff...the really big ones, the size of a bean bag chair). Well, I was about to win when the ball hit me and I dodged the wrong way and...well, you know. Sprained ankle number two, crutch experience number two. I believe I told the children at school I was doing something daring, like a backhandspring on the beam. Nope. Dodge ball. It was around this time when my mom surprised me with a special present. Her presentation was "Some parents buy their children cruise tickets. Me, what do I buy you? Crutches!" And indeed, hidden in the closet were metal crutches. The third time happened close to the end of my freshman year of high school. I think I was excited about purchasing a cookie or something, leaped over my bookbag, didn't quite see that the sidewalk had ended, and, well, I have weak ankles. What can I say.
Anyways, the point of those seemingly pointless anecdotes was to convey to you all, my faithful readers, that I have a lot of experience with crutches. I could go up and down stairs, run with crutches, go backwards, reach things, you know. Like extra limbs. So, who better to help sort through crutches for hip and knee replacement patients than I?
Today, the other volunteers and I sorted through a storage area that contained about 100 mismatched crutches and made them functional. We unscrewed a lot, taped on a lot of towels, and I gave quite a few a test run.
Hopefully that was worth the read. I promise I won't have this much free time...ever, most likely. Surgeries to start tomorrow, and I am excited!
Vayan con Dios,
Alicia
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You never know how those child hood experiences will help you later in life. I am glad you were assembling crutches and not using them again.
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