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Well, this is history! This is the night before my doctor's appointment. My fibre-glass cast has been taken off on Tuesday, Oct 1. Right now, I am in a walking cast. It's been five weeks I didn't clean my right foot!
I've been trying to be patient with my foot and difficulties that come along with it. A good example is time. It takes me much more thoughtful planning to schedule rides and coordinate with people for me to get one thing, which I could easily do before, done.
Lately though, because school work is pressing in, I lose it sometimes. I try to stay cheerful. Doing the trix on crutches is sort of fun too! They probably scare a lot of people - 'cause I probably look like I am gonna hurt myself again.
But perhaps it is even more important to stay joyful. Now that I am in a walking cast, I can see my own right foot. I can touch the fibula, once injured, now in recovery. It doesn't hurt much any more. But it's a weird feeling to touch it. I sometimes wonder if I can somehow feel the crack that it had. My foot is in general still a bit swollen towards the two smaller toes and also on both sides of the ankle.
I wonder when it can look normal like it used to. I wonder when it can feel as strong as it used to. I wonder when it can stretch and bend as flexibly as it used to. It has become the most fragile part of my body. I protect it, but I am anxious for it to be strong again to support my whole body weight as I walk.
Oct 3, 2002. Late Nite Thursday |
