The Diary of a Girl on Bedrest:

As I sit here [in bed] my dad looks over and asks, "so what's on the agenda for the day Cole?" "Oh…you know…I'm quite a busy girl. A little of this and a little of that. I'll probably read until the words get blurry, watch an episode of something that's not worth my time, hobble to the fridge to find whatever I can fit into my pockets and sports bra (what else is a girl to do when her hands are tied!?), and maybe drown myself in a morose blog post. An eventful day." We speak fluent sarcasm in my family.

Somewhere along the line, in the moments between waking up and taking a nap, I decided to keep an electronic journal of my bed rest adventures. It might bore you to tears, maybe it'll offer a few laughs, but more importantly it will give me something to look forward to as the days continue to tick by in bed. And because I am a millennial living in a "selfie generation" whereby those of us, ages 18-33 are "turning away from played-out institutions in American life and turning to a future in which individuals are free to form new communities and new ways of navigating a world that is as uncertain as it is untapped" I decided to include picture posts…of, well, me. It won't be as cool as this guys selfie time-lapse, after hiking 1,700 miles and losing 90 pounds, but I'm at a bit of a disadvantage where breathtaking scenery is concerned.

 

So without further ado...

Dear Diary, 

It's day 4 of my bed rest restriction. I'm still sane and only slightly antsy. This morning I was allowed to leave confinement (hallelujah) in order to go to a doctors appointment where I learned that I'll be limited to crutches for at least the next 6 weeks. I'm not usually one for profanity, but there were a few unattractive words floating around inside my head. In other news, the doc gave me some stronger painkillers (bless that man). I'm back in bed. My ass hurts already so I can't imagine how it'll feel two weeks from now but bar the screaming hip pain, the experience is tolerable. Also, my hair needs washed but I have yet to figure that one out on one leg and crutches…I'll keep you posted. 4.3.2014.

Dear Diary, 

I've made it to day 6. Not quite a week since the race and yet I'm starting to forget what life was like before this bed. My view from here tells me it's gorgeous outside, which makes this even worse. I hate every runner that passes by until I realise how ridiculously unfair that is and get over it. I only woke up once last night thanks to my new pain meds, so there's something to be thankful for. Also, I still have both legs. So there's that. In other news, my hair is clean and smells fairly of coconut which improves my outlook significantly. I'm also coming to terms with the fact that I am the worst patient ever. I much prefer taking care of others than being taken care of. My independence has taken a beating, but alas, perhaps my humility will learn a thing or two. 4.5.2014.

To be continued...

Eat well. Live well. Be well.