At eight days post-ATR, I'm already extremely positive about my ongoing recovery. My leg feels great and I'm already looking forward to my physical therapy. However, as I shuffle from place to place, struggling to do so in a somewhat graceful manner, I can't help but see myself as a brain-eating zombie.
“Brains… Brains… Err, I mean… Coffee! Coffee!”
For those who haven't yet had the pleasure of moving around on crutches: It sucks. Not only do your hands take a beating because they are constantly supporting your weight, it takes you about 4-5 times longer than normal to get from point A to point B - especially if there are stairs involved.
Oh, those f-ing stairs. They are the bane of my existance.
I don't know about you but I find “the descent” to be quite the ordeal. One thing is for sure; my balance skills have certainly improved. I'll make sure to consider Cirque du Soleil once I've fully recovered.
I should point out that getting around isn't a major problem. In fact, I'm finding my mobility to be pretty good at this point. I do find (however) that I'm utterly exhausted at the end of the day because of all the weight bearing that I do throughout the day. This has an added bonus, of course; I haven't slept this well in years.
On a side note, my iWalkFree is ordered and en route to Calgary. I can't wait to have my hands back!