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I'm So Excited...and I just Can't Hide it

I'M ABOUT TO LOSE CONTROL AND I THINK I LIKE IT!

People, HOW GREAT is it to walk?

Last night, I was given the a-okay from the doctor to walk again.

"Good" he said "All finished'.

That's allI needed to hear.

I shreiked with glee, shook his hand and wished him a Merry Christmas. And I wanted to hug him. But instead, I just kept saying 'gamsahamneeda' and Merry Christmas, through a gigantic grin to all the hospital staff.

And although there is still quite a LOT of pain in walking (think of the entire bottom of your foot badly bruised. Then walk on it) I am amazed at how the ache is not affecting my ability to smile with each step I take.

I am me again. I haven't felt like this in awhile. And I can't tell you how grateful I am for the mobility. I suppose you can get used to anything and if I ever permanently lost the ability to walk, I know I would turn lemons into lemonade but just waiting for the cast to come off was more than I could bear.

I have a permasmile planted on my face and am slowing getting used to the fact that I don't have to perpare myself to stand up, I can just do it.

And so, it's time to get Christmasy! Off to the shops tonight to get myself in the mood. And the upside is, I won't have to wait TOO long for Christmas Day as it's 5 days away.

More on other excitement like kiddie Christmas concerts and plans for Tawain later...

Comments

Bill said…
yeah... walking is pretty awesome...

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