Broken Leg Blog #3

It's back! After countless hours of anticipation, it's finally here! You've waited and waited to see what would happen, and now the moment has come... the climactic conclusion of the Broken Leg Blog. Spoiler Alert: I get better!

After 6 weeks on crutches, I finally had my appointment with the doctor. I was feeling better and was hoping to get rid of my arm extenders for good, but after a 4 hour drive back to Pennsylvania, I was told I'd need them for another 2 weeks. This time, however, I was able to bear 50% of my body weight. I walked around normally, but just used my crutches to help support the leg. Essentially, I looked like a giant jackass faker. The shear embarrassment of walking around like Jimmy from South Park was motivation enough though. I started to leave my crutches when taking small walks and going out in public. Using it more, combined with physical therapy 3 times a week, low and behold, I'm walking around like a normal person again. I can actually carry something from one room to another without making it an afternoon-long event.

Physical therapy is the bomb. One hour long, I basically get to sit on a massage table either icing, stretching or getting my knee rubbed down. The place is really nice. All white interior, basically looks like some rich bastards private one floor gym. The walls are lined with personalized autographs from professional sports players, bodybuilders, wreslters and the North American mambo dancer champ. There's even a pair of Shaq's giant shoes, as long as my arm shoulder to wrist, signed personally for "Dr. C". I don't have Dr. C though. Dr. C is too busy flying to Arizona or Miami, or wherever Shaq plays these days to personally rub the goon's oversized feet before every game. My therapist's name is Jeff, and he's pretty fucking cool. Now I'm not saying there's any developing bromance or something, but I am glad that the guy turned out to be normal. The experience would be so much less bearable if I was being rubbed down by some bi-curious macho creep.

The last month has been quite an experience. Paradoxically, so much happened and yet I didn't do a god damn thing. Physically, I've just sat around all day and gone to therapy. Mentally, its been like a roller coaster. Looking for a job, just out of college, getting pressure from my parents all while relearning to walk. I've had some downer moments, maybe I was a negative nancy for a minute or two, but in the end I think I'll survive... I just have to find a job! Doing nothing all day was great when I had an excuse, but now my excuse has healed.

I hope you enjoyed the Broken Leg Trilogy. Personally, I'd rank it somewhere in between The Mighty Ducks and Back to the Future, but maybe your more of a Matrix fan...