I mentioned last time how I’ve been worrying a lot because that is all I seem capable of being stuck at home. And I have also been a worrier. I have, what I hope will be my last, orthopedic appointment on March 24th where the doctor will give the final prognosis on how my crappy broken ankle has been healing with its six screws and plate keeping my right fibula together. Yeah. All that because I slipped on some ice back in the beginning of February.
Of course my anxiety has been eating away with me for the past couple of days in regards to work and when I am going to get to walk again. Since that doctors appointment is looming closer within the next four days, my worries that my ankle hasn’t healed properly for the past six weeks is even worse. I imagine when the doctor tells everything is healing like it should and that I should ease myself back into walking again, I throw down the air cast walking boot that has been on my leg for the past four weeks screaming, “Freedom!” and running as if nothing has happened. Let’s be realistic. I have an tendency to imagine the dramatic and I will probably inside do that but I got to ease myself back into walking and driving. Who knows when I’ll be able to run again (not that I was a runner to begin with).
Honestly, I just want some good news for once with my broken ankle so I can start attempting to walk again next week.