I do okay with the crutches and a little weight - not enough to really hurt, but enough to know that I'm putting some pressure down on something that is completely different than it was a couple of months ago. I keep reminding myself that it's not going to happen overnight and continue being patient.
I am so anxious to ditch the crutches, because there are so many things I want to do. I want to dig out my sewing machine, I want to photograph my flowers and the beautiful tortoises that hang out in the front yard every day, and I want to walk my wee little furry friend Murphy. It's been so long since we walked together - longer than I can remember.
I want to stop looking like a dummy at the thrift shops with hangers hanging on my crutches. I want to get back to making my bed every day and helping the love of my life with house chores and dinner. I want to drive again and I want to stop my daily fight with the restroom door at work.
Slow and steady, push myself, but know my limitations, right?
I think I'll sing some Chubby Checker this week when I practice!