The past week has been dreary and damp. At first the dismal weather
was a nice excuse to cuddle up in front of the fire and hibernate, but
the novelty of hiding from the world is wearing thin. I miss the sun, but
I think I miss the dry air more.
With the exception of
my fall, I typically don't have an issue with pain. Although I have
flare ups of phantom pain a few times a year, many of my amputee friends
suffer with the agony on a regular basis. Perhaps because it is such a
rare occurrence, when I feel uncomfortable I become frustrated and
agitated.
My legs had finally turned the corner since
my injury two months ago. My gait had almost normalized and the pain was
reducing to nothing more than a dull reminder of the incident. Of
course, then the weather changed and now everything is different!
There
is no specific place that hurts on my limb. Instead my leg just feels
extremely sore as if I had run a 5K wearing heels. I can't fully
weight my socket so I resemble a stammering zombie when I walk.
Robby's
classmates have even noticed the difference in my gait. Yesterday
afternoon when I picked him up, his friend remarked that I must be
having a "bad leg day" because I am walking different. I hate that he
was correct, but I love that he has picked up on the terminology and
felt comfortable enough to discuss it with me!
Thankfully
the weather is supposed to break tomorrow afternoon. I'm looking
forward to some drier air and some sunshine. Hopefully my leg will
rebound quickly and I'll be back to my near normal state. In the
meantime, I will probably remain grumpy.
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