Crookedfoot Revised
Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.
ello friends,
I’m still hobbling along on my crutches, my foot casted until June 29th. I cannot begin to explain the difference between using crutches at age 12 (when I sprained my kneecap doing The Drop to Groove Line in the audition for the school talent show) or using them in the 4th grade (when I broke the side of my foot jogging in place with my eyes closed) with using crutches as a full grown woman of 47. In a nutshell, it sucks. It really, really sucks. Getting anywhere takes way too much effort. You start to wonder whether you really need to go to the bathroom since it is about 10 miles away. And yeah, everything is miles and miles away. The cafeteria? Fifty miles down the hall. Then, guess what? You can’t even hold a damn tray or take out container! So you stand there looking pitiful waiting for someone, anyone to help (and y’all know how much I enjoy asking for help, right?) I even had to rent a car because I’m unable to drive The Beast, with its manual transmission. (And AH doesn’t feel like learning on my brand new clutch, god love him.)
The good news is that Crookedfoot went from looking like this:
(Scary, huh?)
To looking like this:
(Much better!)
Now if someone could just get me outta this stupid cast, I’d be much, much happier. And my shoes are waiting patiently for me.
At least a dear friend pointed me to Casttoos, so that I can trick out this boring white cast (and no, you can’t even write on them anymore).
UPDATED TO ADD:
I’m so rocking my Casttoos!
