The day that changed my life forever (Take 2)
Well it’s hard to believe a year has already gone by since my accident. I had booked today off work because even though I was getting a lift in it would mean I would be going down that same road at the same time and that would be too weird.
I thought I would be more emotional, but it arrived like any other day and turned out to be a nice day off work. I think what helped was that I was back on my old leg and had fully recovered from previous operations, so I was able to get around and not on a downer.
I still haven’t met up with friends and I’m finding that I’m becoming more and more agoraphobic. I can’t wait to get back into the house. I know why this is, it’s because as I am plodding along at granny speed with my two sticks I feel like people are looking at me. I know they are not thinking anything nasty and I have met loads of nice helpful people. It’s just something I would have done, and gone ‘poor girl.’ Maybe that’s what gets me the most, that people are feeling sorry for me.
Well I will keep putting one foot in front of the other, until I get my new leg. Then I won’t have to look down as much. Oh and another frustration I have found is I only have one speed now, and that’s plod. If there’s a bus in your bus bay, you can’t run for it, you have to slowly shuffle towards it giving it the evils not to move.
Anyway keep plodding on.