Well it's Day 13 since I had my "minor" surgery near my right ankle. According to my plastic surgeon, it will take 3 weeks to recover. So that should leave 8 more days of no walking - no fun. I guess I knew what I was getting into. About 6 years ago, I tore ligaments in my left foot and had to wear a cast that extended from my knee to my foot for a month. That was dreadful. Really cut into my life. Had to hobble around on crutches and wrap a plastic bag on my leg everytime I took a shower. This time aside from the pain and swelling, I probably have it easy. But this sort of thing really makes you appreciate your body and how reliant you are on every part to be working properly. I just want to walk fast, bend my leg, drive my car again. The last 2 weeks has been nothing but lying down, staying home and doing nothing I want to do. It's so frustrating when you see something that is physically so close but the act of getting to it is not possible. When you have to prop up your leg in just the right position or it hurts or gets swollen. Or when you try to walk and there is a shooting pain every step of the way.
When I reach Day 21, I plan to: run around the house, wear shoes, drive my car, go shopping, play tennis, play golf, kick a ball, jump rope, exercise, go hiking, take a walk, climb some stairs and go wherever I want... just because I can. And I've just realized... life was and will be fun again.
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