Exactly eight weeks ago I had surgery on my right foot. More than ten weeks ago I broke it while landing my paraglider in a crappy field in Thailand. And today, I am still not allowed to walk on it or even just stand evenly on my two feet. For those of you who like numbers, that is 73 days without getting to use my right foot.
It feels like forever.
I know have been a pretty good sport throughout this ordeal. People keep telling me how upbeat and optimistic I seem. And how important the healing process is and such.
But let me just say: TODAY SUCKS!
I feel like throwing a tantrum. Like falling on the floor in some public place and beating my fists against the floor, kicking my feet at anyone who comes near and half-yelling, half-crying my heart out in exclamation of the frustration of not being able to walk on my own two feet... or carry something with my hands while walking... or put on pants while standing up... or even the most basic thing of showering without sitting down or leaning against the wall for support. I am so over being injured.
And I know it could be so much worse. Normally that thought makes me feel better. But sometimes it doesn't. And right now is one of those times.
So for all of you who thought I was endlessly optimistic and upbeat, here's the truth... I am human just like everyone else reading this blog.