Sigh.. what can I say? I am not meant to be inside ALL day EVERY day. The walls are closing in. I rely on everyone and anyone to get out of my apartment out back into the real world. It's a good thing I have unlimited minutes on my phone. Or would be if I could get ahold of anyone...
In two days it will have been three weeks since my brilliant attempt to get on my horse bareback. I'll tell you what, yesterday was fucking miserable. I think I had a beer at 11am (right after my morning coffee) just because it was something to do. I folded all of my laundry- oh yea, that's how bored I was. But guess what? I actually couldn't put any of it away, because try carrying folded laundry on crutches. Not so much fun.
I have 5-6 weeks before I go in for another set of xrays and at that point might be allowed to start weight bearing a little bit. More than anything, I'm afraid that my foot won't hold and at that point will need surgery. Hold your breathe and cross your fingers... Another 8 weeks after these 9 weeks just really doesn't seem fair.
I'm clinging to the hope that by my brithday I will be able to sit on my horse. That would be 10 weeks from the date of injury. please.
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