Crutch. Step. Karma.

I’ve spent the last few days hobbling around NYC on crutches to the point that yesterday when I graduated to using just the one, my shoulders thanked me.

It’s been a long week. Monday, I attempted commuting to work by subway and though not impossible it was so physically exhausting that I had to take a cab home. The rest of the week I took a cab to/from work, on days when I had meetings, and worked from home on Thursday, when I didn’t. (Work said they would reimburse the expense which would be awesome.)

Living alone in a 3rd floor walk up, everything from cooking dinner to taking out the trash became a juggling event, though I mastered workarounds pretty quickly.
Like making my martinis on the rocks vs. up, making it less likely that I would spill them between kitchen and couch. Or using the ice pack sleeve I have to keep wine bottles chilled at picnics for my foot instead of the regular ice pack that didn’t hit the right spot. [not an app, but another million dollar idea].

When I got my crutches I’d wondered out loud to the doctor about how many people would steal a cab from me. He was genuinely shocked by the idea. Happy to report it only happened once. Wednesday night, a woman ran by me at full speed in 3″ heels, at first I thought “no way, she wouldn’t” but sure enough she was running down the street to the cab a half block away that I was waiting for… I could only laugh. Afterall, who knows what her emergency was and I had no where pressing to be.

Other than that, and one other episode, for the most part people have been great. Random strangers have stopped to open or hold doors for me even when they weren’t heading into that building. At work, people have brought me coffee, carried my lunch, my papers and held meetings in my office vs. theirs. A kind soul even helped me when, yesterday beyond desperate for clean clothes, I attempted to wrestle my laundry bag the block and a half to the laundromat.

Ultimately, I’m reminded that seeing someone in difficulty reveals the true nature of people. From the random kind strangers who’ve held doors for me to the coworker who saw me coming but didn’t bother to hold the elevator… it’s all good.

Just remember, treat others how you would want to be treated or don’t, but then just watch out for when that door swings back and wacks you in the face.

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2 thoughts on “Crutch. Step. Karma.

  1. I applaud your decision for on the rocks over up. Balancing that drink to the couch is of utmost importance. But seriously – glad that, for the most part, people have been helpful. I hope you are able to walk with more independence soon!

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