At home, I hop around. It's really noisy, but my foot doesn't really hurt so bad if it doesn't touch anything.
Yesterday was wheelchair. To the movies, to La Lupe, to the Rite Aid. All with help.
Today is crutches, mostly for not wanting to be that wheelchair girl on SEPTA and elevators.
What a mistake. I'm so bad at it, even after studying the diagrams and written instructions from the ER. I had to go 1/2 block from my house to the bus stop, then 1/2 block from the bus stop to my work. Total of 1 block. In this block, four pedestrians asked if I needed help, and one bus driver pulled over and asked if she could take me anywhere. I also had to stop to rest like ten times. I'm hopeless/so worn out.
This afternoon, a specialist. And maybe a walking cast? Fingers crossed.
3 comments:
let me know where you need to go. Nick and I will be your personal drivers! Promise.
my prayers will carry you through.
this is funny 3 am if you know what i mean.. is it funny otherwise? i hope so.
I'm coming home today. I'll give you rides whenever you need pretty.
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