Just When I Thought It Was Over..

So yesterday, I was sitting in my lecture class and I get a text from my room mate saying, "I've rejoined the cast club" Now I'm thinking walking boot because we were walking boot buddies for a while, even though she never wore hers like she should have... My reply, "a legit cast?" and sadly, it was. Now this is unfortunate for many reasons, one I just got better, and know exactly what she's going through, second, I just brought home my Cast cozy to keep the exposed toes warm, and the shower bags home. So what do we do when it's bath time? Get the garbage bag and duct tape. Nothing more rewarding than wrapping your suitemate's leg in a plastic garbage bag and putting duct tape on it. But in all fairness, she cut me out of my jeans when I broke my leg so it evens out in the end. It's a weird feeling knowing I was just there, but it almost feels like so long ago, even though just this weekend I was in a walking boot. Now, I'm wearing two shoes! It's a small world and a weird chain of events, but that's what makes life interesting.

Peace Out Walking Boot

Today was the first day that I have walked in two shoes since November 8th. It was the weirdest feeling I've had in a long time. It almost felt as though I've never broken anything and I'm back to normal. It's weird, because I've been dealing with a broken leg for so long, I'm now very in-tune to people who are broken as well. I see people on the streets and a walking boot and instantly notice them before any of the other people. I had a conversation with a girl in the bathroom a week or two ago, and she was on crutches and a leg brace. I said to her how glad I was that I didn't have to walk in the snow in crutches. I also drove for the first time since October this weekend, it was like I drove just yesterday. I didn't forget how or anything, just took more caution when using the gas pedal.

Today, it took people a few minutes to realize I was actually wearing two shoes. It was weird for me too, all of the right ones are so much cleaner than the left one. One thing I have noticed however, is the way strangers treat me with two shoes vs. a boot, cast, wheelchair etc., they don't move out of the way when the sidewalk gets narrow, pushing me onto unstable ground. They give me funny looks when I get off the elevators (I haven't mastered stairs yet) and they treat me as though I'm back to normal, which gets me thinking, does it take a broken leg or limb to get people of humanity to sympathize and actually care about strangers? I was used to the general niceness of people getting out of the way, but now, well no one really gives a darn.

Walking, there is still a bit of pain, and I can almost feel the popping of the screw or two when I walk. I will need surgery again over spring break to take out one of the screws... I just love surgery so much.. But hopefully once this is all said and done, I won't need anymore for a long long time.

So, to conclude, I'm glad that you all read and hope you enjoyed my blog, and now that my leg is healed for the most part, my journey will never be done because the road to recovery is long, but thank you for reading and following my little bump in the road. I'm glad I could entertain and keep you in the loop with my life. As for now, I'm just going to keep moving forward.