This week has just been a little rough. My cast is really starting to bug the heck out of me. Waking up early and trying to tightly secure a trash bag around my leg so I can get in the shower is just NOT my idea of fun. I bought some fancy-dancy thing that is supposed to cover your cast and then vacuum seal to your leg so no water gets in. It seriously is like a blue, leg-sized condom (yes, I said it) and the worst part is that it doesn’t fit around my thigh. So, trash bags it is.
In addition to the cast annoying me, my lower back muscles have been locked up all week. I move a centimeter and they start spazzing and I can’t move. I’m sure it’s from my uneven clunking around in my boot. I have no idea how to make it stop beyond painkillers and muscle relaxers. Seeing as I’m trying to get OFF medication, popping these down doesn’t make me feel good.
I got home from work today and felt awful. I didn’t want to cook dinner, my toes were cold from being exposed in the winter temps, my back was seizing up.
Obviously I knew I gave them a quote, but didn’t know when it would go up. I read my own words and stared at my photo as if it was an out-of-body experience. I thought:
“That girl is doing awesome. She’s already a success. She’s in it to win it.”
I snapped back to reality and let it sink in… I’m alright. I’m okay. I will come back stronger than ever, and it will be epic.
Tonight, I’m being thankful for my purple cast that’s propped up on pillows and the comfort of a heating pad relieving some pain in my back. I’m alright. I’m okay.