LET YOUR PAIN GUIDE YOU.
this was the advice of my doctor.. when i asked how much walking or trying to walk shall i do with this new boot contraption..... he said "let your pain guide you" - i immediately told him to stay out of my love life - and help me with my damned foot.
oh well. i didn't reblog yesterday - i got all involved with my parents coming over for the birthday dinner etc.
so anyhow i've got this totallly gay boot thing on my leg now: the pros
1. i can take it off
2. i can sleep with a naked leg
3. washing washing washing the leg
4. shaving the leg.
5. it signals the eventual end of this whole misadventure.
con's
1. it's ugly
2. it's ugly
3. it's akward
4. its ugly.
when the doctor sawed off the old cast i was afraid and i felt like crying. once it was off and i realized i couldn't move my ankle or toes and that i had to have physical therapy i did let out a couple tears. when i saw the amazing amount of hair on my leg i cried a little then made any one walking by come look at it. i was an emotional wreck there. i still am. i am frustrated by the whole thing. so enough.
i wrote a poem whilst driving today:

a black and white magazine smashed on the pavement
flapped in the breeze - for a second
i thought it was a seagull and my heart broke.

i'm going to go have some coffee
i love you all.
thea
PS: thank you chris for the totally nice blog for my birthday - another excellent gift!