I gotta say, I am totally rocking the one-legged Storm Trooper look these days and I'm sure I could compete admirably as a gladiator if I only had another one to match.
With the boot comes change and with change comes set back...or so it seems.
The boot weighs a bloody ton. It gouges into my shin when I'm on the knee scooter. The toe end extends so far out from the end that I'm not sure where I end and it begins. It rubs on the damn incision and makes it bleed. Enough with the pain, already!
Still, I am not dismayed. NO FREAKING WAY. Not for one minute. Not after six long weeks of figuring out how to live a meaningful life on one foot!
My solution? I dispensed with the giant cumbersome shin plate, threw it in the corner, strapped myself back in and promptly set out for the front porch with the walker. As soon as I sat down I began to sob uncontrollably. It was the first time I'd been out on the porch since the evening of May 17th. It's been a long time since I knew such joy.
With change comes PROGRESS. Bring it on.
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