Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg
    Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg
    Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg
    Ebook70 pages1 hour

    Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg

    By Gisele Collette Pozark

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    People survive a broken leg.

    I did.

    Surprising to me was not how long the leg took to heal, but all the other things that went with the healing. All the things I needed to do while in the cast and then out of it. No one tells you these things and how much work you'll need to do.

    Your emotions can be all over the place. There are ups and downs. Some funny times and not so fun times. The broken leg affects everything thing you do in your daily life, and it affects the people around you.

    That said, let others help you. They want to. Trust me on that.

    So, be strong and work hard.

    When things get tough, don't forget to

    Give yourself a hug.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGisele Collette Pozark
    Release dateMay 1, 2018
    ISBN9781386818700
    Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg

    Related to Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg

    Related ebooks

    Biography & Memoir For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Back To Rehab!

      Jul 1, 2023

      WHAT A CRAZY month that was, a massive disappointment as most people would have seen. I was up at Alice Springs two weeks out from the Finke Desert Race and I was cruising down on my rally bike as it has big tanks and I didn't need any assistance for

      3 min read

    • Article

      Strength From Above

      Dec 27, 2018

      Strength From Above
      3 min read

    • Article

      A Date To Remember

      Dec 27, 2019

      Reading the text on my phone, I felt my heart start to race. ‘So, what d’you reckon? Can I take you out on a date?’the message read. A guy called Luke*, 27, had messaged me out of the blue on Facebook three weeks earlier and we’d been chatting ever

      4 min read

    • Article

      Legal Eagle

      Sep 29, 2021

      Legal Eagle
      3 min read

    • Article

      Family Ties

      Jan 11, 2017

      Family Ties
      3 min read

    • Article

      Thick And Thin

      Aug 27, 2021

      Thick And Thin
      3 min read

    • Article

      Unstoppable

      Dec 29, 2020

      Emily Makin, 28, Wigan Grabbing two chocolate bars out of the snack cupboard, I ran into the living room to break up a fight between my sons, Harrison, three, and Freddie, two. I know it’s not the best solution, but when you have two kids under fiv

      6 min read

    • Article

      Lipstick And heels

      Jul 22, 2021

      Lipstick And heels
      5 min read

    • Article

      Body And Soul

      Jul 15, 2021

      Body And Soul
      6 min read

    • Article

      Had I Lost Everything?

      Apr 2, 2020

      Ally Grizzard, 24 Lifting my Yorkie pup Lilly into the passenger seat beside me, I tickled her chin. ‘Sweet girl,’ I smiled, clicking the seatbelt round her body. It was January 2015 and I was taking 6-week-old Lilly for her jabs at the vet. Driving

      3 min read

    • Article

      Do You Belong to Anybody?

      Sep 6, 2022

      In the morning, I received a phone call and was told to board a flight. The arrangements had been made on my behalf. I packed no clothes because my clothes had been packed for me. A car arrived to pick me up. The radio announced traffic due to an acc

      27 min read

    • Article

      Walk Ride rodeo

      Dec 11, 2018

      Walk Ride rodeo
      11 min read

    • Article

      My Road To Nowhere

      Jul 26, 2023

      I can’t drive. Not ‘I don’t drive’, ‘I haven’t got a car’ or ‘I would rather not drive’. I really can’t drive. Now that I’m looking back it doesn’t seem such a big deal, but in the ’70s driving was the Holy Grail for young people and not driving was

      3 min read

    • Article

      The Ultimatum

      Jun 30, 2022

      The Ultimatum
      5 min read

    • Article

      I Get Knocked Down…

      Aug 10, 2023

      I Get Knocked Down…
      4 min read

    • Article

      Super Dog!

      Mar 10, 2022

      Super Dog!
      4 min read

    • Article

      Helping Paw

      Jul 14, 2022

      Helping Paw
      5 min read

    • Article

      Glam Up!

      Jan 27, 2022

      Glam Up!
      5 min read

    • Article

      Telfo

      May 15, 2019

      Telfo
      2 min read

    • Article

      Your Say

      Aug 10, 2022

      Your Say
      7 min read

    • Article

      Just In Time

      Mar 19, 2020

      Just In Time
      5 min read

    • Article

      A car crash SAVED MY LIFE

      Jan 25, 2023

      A car crash SAVED MY LIFE
      3 min read

    • Article

      Jonathan Lewis

      Apr 22, 2020

      Jonathan Lewis
      4 min read

    • Article

      Tongue Tied

      Aug 3, 2023

      Tongue Tied
      6 min read

    • Article

      He’s Not Fit To Drive

      Jun 11, 2020

      He’s Not Fit To Drive
      2 min read

    • Article

      Thankful For Theo

      Sep 9, 2021

      Thankful For Theo
      5 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Give Yourself a Hug - How I Survived a Broken Leg - Gisele Collette Pozark

      Intro

      PEOPLE SURVIVE BROKEN legs. Why write this book? I was sitting in a hospital with not much else to do. There was only so much physical therapy to do, TV to watch, and books to read. I was not good at being dependent, and my emotions were all over the place. The rational side of my brain knew things would be okay and there would be light at the end of the tunnel. The emotional and irrational side of my brain couldn’t quite see that light.

      I figured I’d write about my experiences. A diary of what I was thinking and feeling. Things I learned, some self-introspection, taking stock, and what things, I could do for myself in the future.

      Why title this Give Yourself a Hug?

      It’s not a bad idea. Who loves you better than you? To tell yourself it’s okay and things get better. In time, they usually do.

      Give Yourself a Hug, or, How I Survived a Broken Leg

      The Fall(s)

      ALL OF OUR EXPERIENCES in life, good or bad, frame who we are. We grow and learn and hopefully become better versions of ourselves. Cliché, I know, but it’s the truth.

      Friday, January 6th, 2017, started off like any other New England day. There was a light snow on the ground and I thought I’d leave early for work. Mostly because people forget how to drive in the snow. We hadn’t had much snow this year, and traffic tends to be slower. I left my apartment building fully loaded for the day with my rolling computer bag, my much-too-heavy purse, and my lunch.

      There was ample outside parking. When you leave the building, there’s a rotary. If you think of a wheel, then the parking areas are the spokes off that rotary. Outside of that, is a road that not only services our building but is sometimes used by people who work in the office park directly behind this parking area. Beyond this road was additional parking. That’s where my car was parked.

      I’m wearing rubber-soled boots. Even rubber-soled boots are no match for the clear, large patch of ice under the newly fallen snow. My legs went right out from under me, and I know I’m hurt. I’ve often been told that I have a high tolerance for pain, so if I do hurt, then something is definitely wrong. My ankle throbs and needs medical attention.

      My next thought was I’m in the middle of the road, get up, and out of the road. The morning light was just beginning to somewhat brighten the day, and I was wearing all black. I need to get out of the road before I get biffed by a car or maybe a snow plow. I try standing, but that’s not happening. I’ve wrenched my knee as well, so I can’t weight bear on the knee. I want to crawl and get out of the road.

      My husband was at home today, so I pulled out my cell phone to call him.

      And here comes a truck.

      When I leave for the day, I’m often in the elevator with a gentleman who works for an electrical company. What luck that it was he in the truck. I lift my phone, so he can see its light and me sitting on the ground. He stops to help. I am five feet seven and I will never be accused of being a small woman. I was too heavy and dead, freaking weight for anyone to lift. I can’t use any of my right leg. My left leg is okay and strong enough, so are my arms, but the lower back is weak. There is no way I was getting up on my own. One man trying to get me up from the ground was not going to happen. I was sure he’s a sturdy man, but if picking up people or weight is not what you do for a living, then picking me off the ground will be difficult. Another gentleman also comes to help, but to no avail. I think I was afraid I’ll hurt myself more. I need to get out of the road. The first gentleman asks if he can get my car. He can put my bags in the car and maybe I can climb into the passenger seat. Sounds good to me.

      I was often asked why I didn’t call 9-1-1 right away. Honestly, all I could think about was that I was in the road and I needed to get out of the road, so I wouldn’t be hit by a car, truck, or plow. My first reaction was flight. Remove myself from a potentially dangerous situation. I was trying to crawl on my hands and one good knee to get to a safer place and out of the way of on-coming traffic. Why didn’t one of the two gentleman call 9-1-1? They were trying to help me up off the cold ice and snow I was sitting on. They have no idea of the extent of my injury. Neither do I, but I was pretty sure that putting weight on the right leg may make the injury worse.

      While gentleman one was getting my car, I ask gentleman two to use his phone. Of course, my phone went into my bags currently being loaded into my car. Like most, my cell phone was programmed with the numbers. I didn’t need to know the number to dial it. Just need to push the button. That I remember my home phone was good. I didn’t often call myself and usually give out my cell phone number to people. 

      My husband was sleeping when I left, but he’d be another pair of hands. I hope my husband will answer the home phone on his night stand. I was not sure if

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1