So I started school this week and if I had a dollar for every time someone asked about my leg, I would be stinking rich. There's the people who want to know how much longer, those that ask how it happened, and of course there's always the, "Can I ride your scooter?" I normally let them but once a boy asked me as I was walking out of class... I still don't know how he thought that was going to work out.
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| At the Rangers' Game |
It has for sure been a hassle but there's also perks. I get to ride the elevator, which is a lot less sketchy than I thought it would be. No one cares if I'm late to class or leave a few minutes early, actually they have to let me do that. The lunch lady gives me extra fries, the list goes on and on. My favorite pro though is that I made a new friend, I was headed to the elevator to take it up to English and low and behold another girl with a scooter is waiting by the elevator, so we rode up together and we just so happen to be in the same English class!
The worst part about a broken leg isn't all the questions or the pain. Its the uncertainty. When will I be able to walk again? Will I be able to do the musical? When will I have the energy and ability to easily walk up stairs to sleep in my bed every night? Its terrifying. Much more terrifying than the surgery or the fall itself, because those were split second things I had no control over. The stuff I'm worried about I also don't have control over but those things will last for months and in the long run are so much scarier.
So that's how I'm doing. If you have any questions feel free to comment, and I'll try to answer. See ya!
2 comments:
praying for your leg.
Oh, my you have been through quite a bit. I think you will be up and about doing all the things you love sooner than you think. Meanwhile, enjoy the extra perks and be safe until you are told you can do more. You are a very good writer; I loved your guest blog.
Blessings and hugs just for you!
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