Crutches are my Cardio

I was at my GP on Wednesday morning, still unable to use my right foot. She said it was sprained, strapped it, and said that I shouldn't need an x-ray. Apparently I should be able to put weight on it in a few days, but I can't just yet. 

Mum went to the pharmacy late on Tuesday and bought a pair of crutches (it would've been the same price to hire them for just five days; by tomorrow they'll have paid for themselves), as I simply couldn't walk unassisted. Now, that was fun - hobbling around on crutches for the first time in my life, after two generous glasses of wine. Frankly it's a miracle I didn't injure myself further.

We rescheduled my appointment with the thoracic physician (again) for in two weeks' time. Moving around on crutches is exhausting, and has left me with bruised hands and underarms, not to mention the aching muscles. It's enough to help distract from the pain in my foot. I'm stuck in my armchair for most of the day, which is driving me nuts. I can't just move about the house because it takes so much strength to move myself around, I'm exhausted after walking 10 meters. 

But that's enough complaining from me. I've learnt my lesson about banging my foot on the ground.

Fun fact: according to MyFitnessPal, it burns twice the calories to walk using crutches compared to my usual slow stroll. That might explain the exhaustion.

Intake-wise, I haven't reached the 1,000 minimum calorie goal yet. I've been floating between 838-937, similar to last week, and that's far too much as it is. My head is struggling to cope with any of it. Today will end up around 700. I skipped lunch due to a meltdown, followed by a sudden bout of nausea, resulting in throwing up the morning's Coke Zero. So I didn't exactly feel like eating lunch.

Last night I sat at the kitchen bench to prepare a curry for mum and I, but most nights I've still been sticking with my safe options. I just can't face a proper family-type dinner every night. It's all too much. Tonight I'm making another big batch of my beef & veggie stew so I have a safe, easy and balanced dinner option. 

And again, I've spent too many hours (too many days) writing and re-writing this, frustrated that I can't keep my thoughts straight or express myself properly. Mum's pushing for me to see a psych to have my meds re-assessed, but more on that another time.

xxBella