Yesterday
started with my being frustrated. While the fit of the socket felt
fine, I couldn't
maintain suction. With each step I heard the familiar
and unsettling swishing sound, reminding me that my prosthetic was not
securely attached. After cursing my leg repeatedly and finally getting
Timmy settled, I sat down to figure out what was going on.
It
didn't take me long to figure out why I was having trouble with my leg.
The valve had completely detached from the socket. Of all the possible
prosthetic malfunctions, this one is perhaps the easiest to fix. While
my hot glue gun was heating, I realized that in this unique amputee
situation I am incredibly lucky.
When my bi-legged
friend's break a leg, they have to endure a lot of pain and visit the
emergency room. They are fitted with a hot and awkward cast which
becomes itchy and smelly with time. The process lasts months as the
bones mend. It can be an arduous process which impacts the entire
family.
There I sat, with my leg broken. I wasn't
feeling any pain, and I could fix it with a little hot glue. I realized
that gratitude is a matter of perspective.
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