Tuesday morning:
I awoke on the cot in Witchita. For a while I lay half awake, half asleep, and half listening to the talk in the kitchen. After a while, I realized I should probably get up. After all, there was coffee just waiting for me in the other room. I half took off my covers so that I may roll over and look at the floor. My crutches, Doppleganger, were laying there, quite innocently, in the little aisle between my cot and the bed. And then I half smiled. Because today was the day that I could stand without them. So I stood up. Going down the hallway, I half clutched the walls, at least as far as it is possible to clutch walls, because I was so unsteady. But hey! I was walking! Okay, half walking. Limping in fact. But I walked into the kitchen, where I was received with joy at my new found freedom. And then I limped over to my coffee. After my coffee, I can stop half doing things, and actually do them. But the limp remained. I think I'm uneven, which is really weird. And I move really slow. But Tuesday, I just walked around just to feel it. It felt so good.
YAY!!!!!!!
Ditching crutches, yeah
On that Tuesday morning, yeah
It felt so good, yeah
