Ever since yesterday, it's as if I have been reliving my first experiences with my leg encased - learning to negotiate space using a walker, frustration with not having things I need to hand and not having a free hand to carry them, anger at having to suffer more immobility, despair at how long this stage will last, and so on. I'd entertained a fantasy that that once the fiberglass cast was removed, I would be "normal" - even though I knew it was a fantasy. But in the reality I couldn't continue to pretend.
One new experience - how much dead skin from my right leg I found flaked off between the sheets this morning. I'll spare you a photo of this gross situation!
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