I had surgery to attached the two ends of the tendon together, spent six weeks in a cast, then months learning how to walk and put weight on the foot again with crutches, then a sexy cane. Lots of physio. Then, the surgery site became infected while I was on vacation in Florida. After putting all my weight on one leg, my other achilles started to have trouble - tendinopathy. One year, five pairs of sneakers, and thousands invested in physiotherapy and I'm back to something resembling what I was before the injury.
So, what did I learn? I learned my husband is an excellent nurse with a LOT of patience. He cooked breakfast, drove kids, made dinners, listened to my complaints and drove me to appointments. He got my kids to start pulling their weight - they walked the dog, made lunches and cleaned their rooms. But wait, all of these things were part of MY job description before I injured myself.
Lesson learned. Although I know I'm obviously the best at doing everything and have internalized the schedules and activities of everyone around me, not to mention memorized the contents of the fridge and the cupboards, no normal human should try to do all of that by herself. I learned to sit back and let others do things for me, and learn the range of responsibilities required to run a house. I learned my family members are quite capable, but I don't let them show it.
A year and a half later, my daughters are lapsing back to letting me walk the dog. My husband is leaning on me more and more for laundry and dinner. But I refuse to give up on the lunches. A girl's gotta draw the line somewhere.
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