Look at me: no crutches, no wheelchair, no cane, no nothing! I went to the doctor (the doctor named Dake), more correctly, the physical therapist. I just have urges to quote Seussical, is all.
Starting over because I probably confused you, I don't have to use a cane anymore! I'm a free woman! True I still have an assignment of probably a hundred excersises per night (only a slight exaggeration). My psuedo therapist looked at the sheets of paper in her hands and looked at me, then said: "Wow. This is a lot of excersises." So she said I didn't have to do all of them every night. Which was good, because I would probably expire every night from a combination of boredom and exhaustion, and on top of all that, I wouldn't get any homework done and my grades would suffer along with my entire left leg. And then my leg would fall off which would kind of defeat the point. The point of everything. I said my psuedo therapist. I should explain that for those of you still reading. My old therapist, Julianne, took off to Collierville, never to be my therapist again. So, I guess I don't know who my therapist is anymore. Which doesn't matter, because I don't have to go any more!
At least until my next surgery. So, the reason that I have so many excersises is because I have some foot/ankle issues now. Why? No idea. My therapist thinks I'm overcompensating or something because my left leg is shorter, but really, I have no idea. Which brings me to the reader participation part: If you are reading this, stand up. Either push your chair back or move beside it, to get some room for moving. Now stand on your tippy toes and come back down. That's right. Okay, now do it again, except stop somewhere in the middle. Now imagine a kind of steady pain welling up in the bridge of your foot. That's what is in my foot, when I walk and etc. I wanted to show you where the pain was, as well as imagine all of you standing near your computers with slightly confused looks on your faces. Teehee.
By the way, I have dubbed today Mexican Culture day. Aka: Listen to all of the songs in Spanish that you know, as well as some new ones. Tips: Me cai, or pretty much anything by Pacifika, and Juanes, my favorite is Fotografia.
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Haha. Not anything connected with the post, of course, but I'd like to say that I went to my blog Dashboard, and accidently clicked on the language Filipino - without realizing it. So I was staring at computer wondering why it was in gibberish. Just a story.
congradulations!!
but how many more surgeries do you have to have?
I'm surprised I actually did that little exercise. Oh, and it doesn't click.
But I think it's awesome that you're a free woman now! From a crip to a lovely limping lady to a... free female? Walking wonder? Alliterating A... can't think of something.
Excitement! Runs off to listen to "La Paga!"
One more surgery. At least for several decades (hopefully). This is the last PAO. Next come the hip replacements....
I watched "House" yesterday and thought of you. They showed the flame-ended cane he uses.
Hey Melora, could you e-mail me your exercises sometime. I sometimes have a similar pain in the arch of my foot, like it has suddenly collapsed or something.
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