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Still here? OK – you’re about to read about what a wuss I am, because with just one weekend’s exception (and it was probably a mistake), my woodworking has been limited to reading, writing and editing about it. Oh – and this weekend, I’ll get to talk about it a lot (I’m guessing).
As you likely know by now if you follow this blog, our substacks, my Insta, the Lost Art Press Insta etc., I slipped on ice and broke my right ankle in three places on January 14 (1 out of 10, do not recommend). On January 21, after the swelling had subsided enough, I had surgery to insert a long cannulated (good word, that!) screw into my fibula, and to have a plate screwed to my tibia. (No, the screws are not slot heads. No, the screws are not clocked. Yes, I wish they were. Yes, I will likely set off airport metal detectors.)
The soonest I will be able to drive (and it’s iffy) is April 16. So I’ve been mostly working from my couch with my right foot elevated above heart level. This is comfortable only for my cats, who like having a constant lap handy for naps.
I knew most of my work would be of the sedentary type (good thing I have lots of it!) – but I had SUCH BIG PLANS to scoot down to the basement on my butt (the easiest way to navigate stairs) to work at my bench down there for at least an hour or two most days. Heck – I even borrowed an ATS (all-terrain scooter) from my buddy Aaron for that purpose, one with large tires that can navigate the horse mat in front of my bench, and easily roll over sawdust.
But you know what happens to plans – we make them and the gods laugh.
The only other time I’ve broken a bone was more than 25 years ago, and it did not require invasive surgery – just a closed reduction and a few months in a cast. Healing this time around has been much harder work – and it is requiring more naps than I’ve taken since pre-school. (Most things are more difficult at 56 than at 30, even without a broken ankle…and I have finally been forced to accept it.)
The only “woodworking” I’ve done since my accident was demonstrating a few operations (and not terribly gracefully!) in a February 7-9 Dutch tool chest class. It is difficult to maintain the proper sawing stance while balancing on one foot…oh wait…that is not a proper sawing stance. If my friend Jake hadn’t come to town to help out – and do most of the work, as well as drive me back and forth to the shop – there is no way I could have taught that class. And being upright (even in a wheelchair) for three days straight likely set me back as far as healing. Still, it was worth it. I was so happy to make even a few shavings and a small pile of sawdust.
But apparently not happy enough to do it at home.
So here I sit on my couch, foot in the air, marveling at those who every day overcome physical challenges, challenges that don’t stop them from picking up a woodworking tool, from modifying a workbench to accommodate a wheelchair, from lowering a table saw to a safe working level, and myriad other modifications that simply allow them to make things. I feel rather ashamed when I think of folks like Michael Rogen, who hasn’t let a degenerative disease keep him down. Or Steve, aka Wheelchair Woodworker, whose spinal cord injury can’t keep him away from the lathe. Or John Furniss, aka The Blind Woodsman, who uses a full complement of power tools.
There are so many woodworkers who don’t have it as easy as me; I do know how lucky I am. I will heal. I will be back working in the shop before too much longer – and without needing to modify anything. In the meantime, I can afford to be lazy. I can afford to be a wuss. And I am thankful beyond measure that I can afford – in every sense of the word – to be so.
But I am at least thinking about woodworking; I’ve come up with a long list of projects to get 90-percent done, per my usual MO.
— Megan Fitzpatrick
Although glad indeed to hear that there is a mend to be on, and that you are on it, ’tis sorry I am, too, that it turns out to be such a dratted long ‘un. Please know that wishes going your way are of the very bestest sort, not least for said mending to yet be as quick as it but can!
And I laughed out, loud and hearty, at your knowing your Pappenheimers well enough to anticipate our immediate reaction to any operation involving a screw (Is it slotted?”; “is it clocked?”) of some kind.
Cheers and all best,
Mattias
Aging definitely sucks. It was a Helluva lot more fun being in my twenties in the seventies than being in my seventies in the twenties. But as the orthopedic surgeons say: “Screw broken bones!” Oh, wait …
Best wishes for a complete recovery! From here it seems you are dealing with your dilemma with equanimity, bravery, and good cheer. It’s great to know you are getting kind help and support. You’ll soon be back to your full glory.
To help your healing and keep your bones nice and strong, a supplement of 3mg boron will help. I also fell several years ago at 64 and should have fractured both tibia and fibula in the middle. I had been taking the boron for about a year before and my doctor said that he was surprised that my bones were so strong at my age then. Still are, My cousin was a orthopedic surgical nurse and told me about the boron, that most people don’t have enough in their diets and it helps keep your bones strong as you age.
As an additional crumb of healing advice, I will note that a local and excellent chocolatier has moved into a location just a few blocks north of your Anthe shop.
Heal quickly. When I’m restricted to my chair, my Roman bench is a great way to keep working.
you should try joining the 100 day club. i use it in my music teaching. play your instrument every day for 100 days in a row and you’re in the club and get a special pin. it’s not about quality practice. it’s about building habits, so any playing (even a quick scale or 30 second tune) counts. i tried it for my woodworking hobby a few years back. even putting a couple tools away counted for the day. lots got done during that 100 days that wouldn’t have happened otherwise.
Hope you get up and around soon! In the meantime, stop the physical work and let it heal!
I wish you a speedy and full recovery. Do your PT! (when you’re allowed). If you want to get back to full functionality, you’ll have to do more than insurance says is necessary. You can do it on your own, once you learn, just carefully titrate your activity until you reach an acceptable level of function.
Don’t beat yourself up. I had all sorts of plans for when I was laid up for a few months. I did almost none of it. But I did figure out other things to have productive days. If you’re busy, find a way to be happy about it.
Megan, so glad to hear you are improving. Toby seems to be happy, the major priority! I had the same problem when I was laid up. You will find the older you get the better naps are. Get well soon.
Best wishes for your continued recovery, Megan. It is incredibly humbling to be temporarily physically disabled. My injury coincided with the 2024 Summer Paralympics, which really drove that notion home and kept me from feeling too glum about being unable to walk for several months. Don’t sell yourself short, though. Recovering from surgery is very taxing, and for way longer than expected (for me, anyway). Rest is key and I’m glad you’re getting it.
I tried to get to the Open House on Sunday to say hello but other commitments got in the way. It’s been exciting watching the transformation of the Anthe building and expansion of LAP operations. Cheers!
Best wishes for a speedy recovery. I feel your pain. Likes to all the comments above.