Today is the day! In roughly 1 hour I walk into Dr. Guyton's office to see if he deems me worthy of that lovely blessing, walking. A blessing which I will probably take for granted again, but not for a very long while.
'Count your blessings' is all I'm saying.
I'm very excited. I've had a countdown, oddly enough not on here, but other places to this day. Finally, walking. Putting weight on that leg. I get to go upstairs so I won't fail out of my classes. I used to say pre-cal, but since I aced my last test, I'm more concerned with AP English. Anyways, interesting news which calls attention to my bum leg even though it sounds weird: my left thigh grew a half inch! This is good, because it means I'm not atrophying or anything. The pool work has payed off. Possibly the hydrotrack would've been better, but I'm too stinking tall. Alas, my long, impossibly troublesome legs!
Well, there it is: I might be able to soar on 1 1/4 leg in a couple of hours! Wish me luck!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Deviating from the norm
This has really nothing to do with hips. Unless you construe it in some weird, unseemly way. These are about recommendations, you could say.
The first is a recommendation of - drumroll, please - cartoon (ism?). Yes. Me, getting into cartoons. Unlikely, you think. But really, this guy who does them is a friend of my sister. AKA, I don't know him personally. But funny enough, I like most of his work. Especially his space/time continuum comic. The outlay is not very professional (or so I've been told), but I like his stuff.
So here it is!:
http://lewis.comicdish.com/?pageID=56
The other is for creative people, you might say. People who like to get inspired occasionally and would like to have a nice place to do it. It's full of arts and crafts and ideas and ...well....pretty much everything. Here goes!:
http://blog.freepeople.com/
Yay! And yes, this is the third post today. I am breaking records all over the place!
The first is a recommendation of - drumroll, please - cartoon (ism?). Yes. Me, getting into cartoons. Unlikely, you think. But really, this guy who does them is a friend of my sister. AKA, I don't know him personally. But funny enough, I like most of his work. Especially his space/time continuum comic. The outlay is not very professional (or so I've been told), but I like his stuff.
So here it is!:
http://lewis.comicdish.com/?pageID=56
The other is for creative people, you might say. People who like to get inspired occasionally and would like to have a nice place to do it. It's full of arts and crafts and ideas and ...well....pretty much everything. Here goes!:
http://blog.freepeople.com/
Yay! And yes, this is the third post today. I am breaking records all over the place!
Plans for the future.
Guess what arrived in the mail today!
This did!:
I need to give it a name. Like Elsa, my walker, and Tracy, my wheelchair. Funny enough, I haven't named my crutches, even though I got primer all over them the other day. Now that was a chilly day.
So I know have a cane with flame decals up the bottom! I'm keeping it till I die, pretty much.
It's Free Hug Day, by the way! I posted a piece of paper on myself to day that said "Free Hugs", but I made the H too wide so a lot of people thought it said "Free Mugs" instead. It's funny. I hardly got any hugs at all, except from my close friends during the day. When I came into the band room, everybody hugged me. It was so much fun! If you aren't familiar with the Free Hugs Campaign, watch this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&feature=related
Yay!
This did!:
I need to give it a name. Like Elsa, my walker, and Tracy, my wheelchair. Funny enough, I haven't named my crutches, even though I got primer all over them the other day. Now that was a chilly day.
So I know have a cane with flame decals up the bottom! I'm keeping it till I die, pretty much.
It's Free Hug Day, by the way! I posted a piece of paper on myself to day that said "Free Hugs", but I made the H too wide so a lot of people thought it said "Free Mugs" instead. It's funny. I hardly got any hugs at all, except from my close friends during the day. When I came into the band room, everybody hugged me. It was so much fun! If you aren't familiar with the Free Hugs Campaign, watch this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&feature=related
Yay!
I have a dream...
...that one day...
Just kidding. To quote MLK Jr. is not the purpose of this post. To relay a dream I had, however, is.
I had a vivid dream the other night. No, it did not concern Goodwill in outer space, but it did concern something with my "situation". Even though there were a whole lot of other things that happened in the dream-something that had to do with a hotel or motel where 1100 Cherry road should be and a lot of....emotion- I still retain the part of my dream that pertains to walking. You see, I was charged with some emotion, and whether that was anger, fear, disappointment, grief, or anything else, I don't know. All I know is that it was a negative emotion. And when I feel like that in real life, I just want to fly away, or more accurately, run. But I never do, in real life.
But in this dream, I did just that. I ran away. I started walking up Cherry Road as hard and as fast as I could, digging my heels into the concrete like I usually do when I'm passionate about something. And then I tried to run. But every time I started to run, my left leg would crumple under me and I would fall to the ground. So I was forced to walk. And then I tried to run again and I still couldn't do it. So I turned around and started back to where I had come from, alternately walking and then falling on my face.
In real life, I have only once or twice encountered that terrible feeling that my body was abandoning me. A couple times when I tried to do something before my surgery, and my left hip fell out from under me. And then in the hospital the few days after my surgery, when my leg wouldn't move. I was exerting a force that would have normall kicked my leg like a can can dancer's, but all the ground I was attaining was a few inches.
I don't know why this terror visited me in my sleep. Some might read this account of a dream and say that it is pathetic and feel sorry for me. Some might read it as a longing to get a way. Some would probably get metaphorical with it. Some might think it is funny, in a light moment with a light telling of the tale. I see it as desperation. I've had dreams like it before, is the funny part. I had a dream where I was walking with a huge tray of fruit-don't ask why, even I don't know- and I suddenly remembered in the middle that I was quasi-disabled, so I would start limping in the middle of the dream. Then I gave it up and started walking normal.
Food for subconcious thought.
By the way, anyone, from my sister to Mrs. Pinkerton, to any other friends who are not commenting, are free to comment. I'm pretty sure I have it opened to all people.
Just kidding. To quote MLK Jr. is not the purpose of this post. To relay a dream I had, however, is.
I had a vivid dream the other night. No, it did not concern Goodwill in outer space, but it did concern something with my "situation". Even though there were a whole lot of other things that happened in the dream-something that had to do with a hotel or motel where 1100 Cherry road should be and a lot of....emotion- I still retain the part of my dream that pertains to walking. You see, I was charged with some emotion, and whether that was anger, fear, disappointment, grief, or anything else, I don't know. All I know is that it was a negative emotion. And when I feel like that in real life, I just want to fly away, or more accurately, run. But I never do, in real life.
But in this dream, I did just that. I ran away. I started walking up Cherry Road as hard and as fast as I could, digging my heels into the concrete like I usually do when I'm passionate about something. And then I tried to run. But every time I started to run, my left leg would crumple under me and I would fall to the ground. So I was forced to walk. And then I tried to run again and I still couldn't do it. So I turned around and started back to where I had come from, alternately walking and then falling on my face.
In real life, I have only once or twice encountered that terrible feeling that my body was abandoning me. A couple times when I tried to do something before my surgery, and my left hip fell out from under me. And then in the hospital the few days after my surgery, when my leg wouldn't move. I was exerting a force that would have normall kicked my leg like a can can dancer's, but all the ground I was attaining was a few inches.
I don't know why this terror visited me in my sleep. Some might read this account of a dream and say that it is pathetic and feel sorry for me. Some might read it as a longing to get a way. Some would probably get metaphorical with it. Some might think it is funny, in a light moment with a light telling of the tale. I see it as desperation. I've had dreams like it before, is the funny part. I had a dream where I was walking with a huge tray of fruit-don't ask why, even I don't know- and I suddenly remembered in the middle that I was quasi-disabled, so I would start limping in the middle of the dream. Then I gave it up and started walking normal.
Food for subconcious thought.
By the way, anyone, from my sister to Mrs. Pinkerton, to any other friends who are not commenting, are free to comment. I'm pretty sure I have it opened to all people.
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