Naked, hairy leg
Laura, you’re a good friend.
My friend Laura knew I was having a hard time being all casted up and everything. She called to ask me if I wanted her to come with me to the doctor, when I went to get this thing taken off. I’m so glad she came with me. I had been moody for the past 3 weeks while it was on and her being there with me not only made me feel quite loved (thanks, Laura) but also very happy, as she was cracking leg jokes in the doctor’s office. She even makes out with a fake leg. Ah, the lengths she’ll go to in order to cheer up a friend.
When my doctor took the cast off my leg was so hairy and small. (How sexy!) He said I’d have to keep using the crutches for a little bit as I go through physical therapy. I totally expected to just walk out of the doctor’s office, no problem. I didn’t even take into consideration that I had not used my right leg in three weeks and was going to have to re-condition my leg muscles.
No dancing yet — Torture!
So of course later that night, there’s this awesome Paperstreet Party from Tommy up over at the new Comcast building with amazing music that makes me want to shake my body. Alas, I could not since I was still on crutches. My friend Dorian, who was dancing, was making me jealous with his dancing abilities and the free use of his legs.
Anyway, the doctors say I should be back to walking in a week or so and back to normal in about a month. I tore my Gastrocnemius (calf muscle) back in June while teaching one of my dance classes. (That’ll teach me to go to the gym, right?) Anyway, I will never take walking for granted again. I’m looking forward to walking next week and later dancing even (gasp) running soon! Yes, I’m in a rush to get better already.