This morning marks the beginning of Day 2 of the 20 days my foot (and lower leg) will be in a hard cast. Just shy of three weeks - which is seriously not bad at all. So many friends and friends-of-friends have told me far worse injury horror stories, and I am counting my blessings. My left foot desperately wants to point and rotate at the ankle joint and wiggle and be free, and it's a very strange feeling for it to be restricted!
But, marvels of modern medicine - it's not an old-fashioned, heavy plaster cast. It's thin fiberglass, rolled around like gauze. Inside my foot is cushioned in soft pillow-y wrapping. Having never had a hard cast before and imagining the worst sort of immobile misery and torture, this is not half bad!
As I'm wont to do, I've set myself some goals for this time where I can't pursue all my usual goals. I plan on recording a yoga video demonstrating and teaching a Yoga with a Cast Sequence. It'll be the first time I'll ever have done that, aside from being featured for Karma Kids Yoga's Peace In studio (check out Prenatal Yoga/Pilates here!). There are a few cast sequences out there on YouTube, but for the most part they're in the 5 minute or so range. I'm going to see what I can do to come up with a more substantive, 20-30 minute class with a little strength work mixed in.
My main goal, or my main skill that I've acquired that I want to master - is knitting. Last week, my incredibly loving friend Laura Frye came over to help escort me to the pool (ah, the pool!), have dinner with me, and teach my clumsy hands the art of knitting. I am completely hooked. It took me about four days to be able to do a slipknot without having to watch the video she made for me a dozen times and failing two dozen times each attempt, and I spent an entire Sunday unable to get past the first row without a gigantic loop at the end, but casting on is the one knitting skill that I took to right away. I find the semantics of that pretty funny.
Knitting has been a funny combination of soothing and infuriating so far. I really struggle at being a beginner at something - I take the inevitable mistakes and failures that are a part of learning a new skill entirely too seriously and it sets off a frustrated temper that I'm pretty sure I came by honestly from my mom and granddaddy. But it's good for me to be humbled by new things. It's good for me to be a beginner instead of an expert. And when I do find myself in a good groove, getting it, my muscles starting to make it a memory, then I find that soothing zen extolled by so many knitters.
So, here I am. Instead of up in Cold Spring, enjoying my first married getaway since our honeymoon hiking with my love, we're here in Astoria. The husband is sleeping in. (I slept in til almost 8! A big accomplishment) We're already having a wonderful Staycation together, which we plan to stuff with movies, delicious food, games, reading, knitting (for me, not him!) and some time with beloved friends.
The cast is on. It's helping my torn ligaments and other soft tissues mend back together. I might as well love it, and use it as a chance to dive into my new practice - slipknot, cast on, and knit.