Could today be the day?
I sat on the crunchy white paper, for what seemed like days. He finally entered, very chipper and smiley. He told me to rest my leg on the table and he'd have a nurse take out the stitches.
When he walked back in he took just one look and said just four simple words:
"Okay, you can walk."
I never thought I'd be more excited to hear those words. It was like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Like a stuffy room, with the window finally drawn open. Like a girl, trapped in a nightmare, who finally wakes up and realizes everything is how it should be.
I walked out of the doctor's office with my heart still racing and my hand already dialing mom and dad's numbers. It was a bright, sunny day and I couldn't wait to take on the world.
Just 3 weeks later, I am still walking with a bit of a limp (or 'swag' as some would say), but I don't care. I am able to be me. Able to take the stairs. Able to rejoice a the new season of life.
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I wrote this last Friday but never published it.
Unbeknown to me, it would end all too quickly. Yet again, I am back in my walking boot for 1-2 more weeks. The incision will not heal correctly. Please, God, let this be the last time.
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