Tuesday, June 17, 2008

6 1/2 Weeks

6 1/2 Weeks, originally uploaded by sgrace.

It's been 48 days since the accident. I haven't walked one step. My foot feels really strong and I can place a good amount of weight on it while standing. Today the cast comes off and hopefully I'll get a walking boot and be able to start physical therapy. Cross your fingers!

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Sometimes We Feel

You Are a Part of Me

A little weird on the inside.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The Scooter on the Bus Goes...

This has been an adventurous week, even though school is officially out and summer has started. My foot is still incommunicado in the big green incubator until 6/17. It doesn’t hurt much anymore, and I’m really hoping to get PT and a boot instead of a cast next week when they cut this one off.

Last week, after the whole teacher of the year extravaganza, I was also offered a promotion of sorts that has me working a couple of days a week. I still can’t drive so I have to carpool to accomplish this transition, which is not so bad, but is still a reminder of my extensive limitations.

I started this new part of my job on Tuesday. On Wednesday, I was supposed to go to the DMV to get a temporary disabled placard so we can park close to stuff but mostly so we can go camping (more on that later). Jason had to go over the hill to work, so he couldn’t take me. I’d really been feeling depressed and frustrated that I couldn’t really go anywhere by myself. Wednesday morning I was lying in bed trying to figure out how to get around when it dawned on me that I could take the bus!

When I first moved to SC years ago, I didn’t have a car and relied on the bus and friends for transportation. I rode the bus every day, multiple times. I remember sharing the bus with many a wheelchair, and that made me realize that if I could scoot then I could ride! There is also a bus stop practically across from my house, so I figured I had no excuse.

After calling the Metro to make sure where the right stops were located, I set out on my scooter down the street to the bus stop. I had to go about 2 blocks toward the beach, and this was the hardest part of the journey because the streets slope sharply downhill toward the ocean and are uneven with hardly any sidewalks. Once I made it to the bus stop it was much easier. The bus has a ramp that folds down and I just rolled right on and rode all the way to the mall where I rolled right off. Then I planned my route and rolled across the street and down about a block to the DMV. When I got there I did a silent cheer for my accomplishment and rolled on in where I successfully procured a disabled person placard and then rolled back to the mall.

I enjoyed my freedom so much that day! I actually never really took my solitude that much for granted, because I always have felt pretty lucky to be able to do just about whatever I want, whenever I want. But I did take driving for granted, and I think now it will be much easier to cut down on driving in the future because I’ve been forced to be creative with transportation. At any rate, I took my time at the mall, ate lunch, shopped a bit and then caught the bus home. The homeward bus stopped pretty much in front of my house, so that was easy. Overall, the trip was very uplifting and I feel much better having done something by myself. Yay for the bus.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Capitola Village

Capitola Village, originally uploaded by sgrace.

This is one of the last little photo ventures I went on before the accident. I rode my bike toward Capitola and stopped at a few beaches along the way.

Sunny Cove

Black's Beach

Black's Beach

Black's Beach

Saturday, June 7, 2008


Sorry for not finishing my saga of the accident. It's weird; when you're not doing your regular stuff, you kind of lose momentum in your life, and then you end up doing nothing at all except playing Zoo Tycoon all day. Sigh.

At any rate, I'm still not walking on the foot. The orthopedic surgeon diagnosed the lisfranc fracture, and I had surgery to place two screws in my foot to secure the first and second metas in place. I was placed in a soft splint for a week and then I had this green monster put on on May 15th. On June 17th I'll get the cast off and X-Rays -- I'm hoping to start some weigh-bearing at that time.

Insurance paid for me to rent a scooter like this that is way better than crutches.
You put your knee on it and zoom all around the place. It attracts so much attention everywhere I go that it is kind of overwhelming but it is waaaaaaaaay worth it. Anyone who has ever had crutches will understand what I mean. Plus, I put a pink basket and horn and little tassels on it so its ubercool now.

So basically, May has been a roller coaster month with a lot of depression about not being able to do anything, stress about running my classroom from 50 miles away, and joy about simply being alive. And the scooter.

Last week was finals and yesterday was graduation, and I went back for just that week. Tuesday, we had a staff luncheon where all the staff awards are announced. I was already a bit self conscious about rolling by every single one of our over 250 staff members on the damn scooter, but I got over that. There's really nothing to do but smile and joke about the bizzarity of the contraption and commiserate about the shittiness of being in a cast. And tell the story of how I broke it 1,000,000,000 times. So I finally get my lunch and scoot over to a table where a few friends come over and join me.

While the awards ceremony progressed, our HR director came over to me and casually asked how does that scooter thing work, anyway? Gullible as I a,m, I said oh, like this! and hopped on a rolled around. He immediate put his arm around my shoulder and started guiding me toward the awards podium. I whispered something like, are you going to embarrass me? I thought they were going to have me go up and give me a hard time about the scooter or something. He said yes, we're going to embarrass you. Little did I know.

Before I realize what's happening, the director of alternative ed is talking about me and saying all these amazing things. I'm hyperventilating because she doesn't usually say nice things about anyone and certainly not to the WHOLE STAFF and shit, this is the kind of stuff they say about teacher of the year and that is certainly not happening to me so what is going on? I felt like I was in a dream, sweating, and I had both hand over my mouth "speak no evil" style.

Little tears started leaking out the corner of my eyes as I realized that yes, I was receiving teacher of the year. After teaching only three years, and after being gone for the whole month of May and grading and writing lesson plans from home, I am teacher of the year for SBHSD for 2007-2008!!!!!!!! Today is Saturday and I still cannot believe it. It is unheard of to win this honor at such an early point in one's career, especially at a school site with nearly 3000 students and 200 staff.

Everyone says I deserve it, and I probably do, but so do a lot of other people. I usually take awards pretty easily and like to get that kind of attention, but this is one mantle that I have taken a bit uneasily. I just can't believe that I made that much of a positive impact in that short of a time. It's like getting elected to office or something. I've never felt like this before. My head is still spinning, and I can't seem to get my feet back on the ground. Literally.