Today I found myself back in the orthopaedists office, where I was last getting my purple cast cut off. There was a slight tingle in my ankle, but it wasn't constant and was definitely much, much better than it has been in one year. Five minutes later, I was walking out with the all clear to ease back into physical activities and to just call if I needed. I waltzed out of the office and back to the parking garage where I was so happy I damn near wanted to skip, or do the running man.
Somehow the magical words from the doctor have lightened my mood significantly. I see a light at the end of this ridiculously long injury hell I've been in. Yes, I'm still in physical therapy, but I know I'm making progress, as evidenced by my test walk/jog this past weekend.
My hope is that this lightened heart and head will make for a stronger (and hopefully lighter) body. I know there will be more speed bumps and road blocks along this journey, but the desperation I've felt recently is etched deep inside due to the longevity of the problem. While I wish I didn't have such a hard time, I am thankful that the scar will keep me focused when smaller issues arise.
Thank you all for hanging in with me through the bumps!
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