Getting Stronger


Well kids, it looks like physical therapy is helping. I have been focusing on my leg the past couple of weeks, taking a break from rehabbing my back. While my back is doing much better, the torn calf muscle put a kink in my plans to be all better by now.

The best part about rehab for my leg? It ends with a massage and heat. Heavenly! Of course, there are a couple of points on my calf that hurt like the dickens but I am no longer flinching when they get to that area. But I still maintain that I think a broken bone would have been easier to deal with. . .

Taking the boot off when I get home is a wonderful feeling, especially if I have been really active during the day. But I walk really funny now because I have been so trained by the boot to keep everything immobile. So next week starts the fun times of learning how to balance, walk and put full weight on it. The boot comes off when I get home from work Friday and I will use the weekend to test out my new freedom. Of course, if I still feel pain I am to call the ortho back and I might be forced to wear the boot again.

I did a test run of the stairs last night, just a few steps, up and down, without the boot on. Yes, I look like a frail old woman because I refuse to take the steps like most people do. I step up with the good leg and then bring the injured one up. Going down, I go down with the bad leg and my good leg joins it on that step. It takes longer but hey, I prefer to keep this injury to a minimum.

Of course, while stuck in the boot I have done a number on my hips and back. My right leg is beyond tired from having to support all of me all of the time. I guess I am just thankful I didn’t have to deal with crutches. That would have been even worse.

But I can tell a difference and this has motivated me even more to get back on that exercise horse and back with the program. I hate to exercise but when you end up with two injuries within a couple months of each other, well, I am thinking that this extra weight wasn’t helping me.

I have found that strangers (well some) have been quite kind. Offering up sympathies, prayers and well wishes. And of course I cannot forget the man who helped me concoct a great story of how I really did hurt myself. . .

While I have been working on getting stronger physically, I have also been working on getting me back to somewhat normal. As normal as I can be. . .sometimes when you are feeling bad about life in general, you tend to wallow in that mud. But I have been working on finding the joy of each day. Sure, I miss home but I do have plenty to be thankful for. And sure, that blind date from this past weekend was nice and it hurt my feelings a bit when I found out he just wasn’t that into me but I have friends that rally and make me laugh. And I have a cat who thinks that I should be here with him 24/7 but at least I know that is his way of saying how much he loves me. Even when he is trying to use my hand as a chew toy.

So I am getting better, stronger and look out world, because I will be a walking mess this weekend. I think a trip to Target is in order. . .haven’t been there in a month. How have they survived without me there, roaming around????

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