|Me on a ladder, picking bagworms from our pine trees - something (standing on a ladder) that was impossible just a few months ago|
How is my leg? So glad you asked.
I'm walking, that's the most important thing.
But I do have limitations. Like right now as I'm sitting at this computer typing this blog post. My left leg is numbing up. I cannot sit for more than ten minutes without my leg swelling up.
My leg is the best when it is elevated. When I get up in the morning after a full night's sleep in my bed, my leg is normal. There is no swelling, no thickening of my ankle.
My orthopedist told me that my leg would never be the same but "almost" the same. I guess that was to be expected since I severed my quadricep muscles on my left leg when I slipped and fell on the icy cobblestones that bitter five degree cold night as I left work February 17th of this year.
I never expected my leg to be the same. Way back in 1962 I fell and dislocated my knee on my other (right) leg while I was in the Army. I wore a hip to ankle cast for six weeks to give my leg a chance to heal. That leg was never the same. "Almost" but not quite. For instance, I can't run. Walk fast, yes. But not run. This leg injury is more serious.
When I dislocated my knee I just stretched my ligaments. This last fall I completely severed the quadricep muscle. I had to have surgery (twenty-five staples) to reattach the quadricep muscle so the bottom half of my left leg would work again.
Recovery was twelve weeks long, including a month and a half of three times a week physical therapy. And I am walking now for which I will be forever grateful. Just as I will be forever grateful that Bill was here to help me through this, one of the most difficult periods of my life.
My real test though was a few weeks ago when I took my annual vacation to visit my friend Pat at his home in Toronto. On the way we stopped by Niagara Falls for a day's stay. And we did a LOT of walking. It was then I found my limitations. I can't walk like I used too.
Walking was always the one thing that I had. My life has been walking. I didn't grow up with the privilege of having my parents present me with a car on my sixteenth birthday. No such privilege for me (just as not having a college education supplied for me). Whoops! Am I whining again? I guess so but after all these years I still haven't reconciled to those facts and probably never will. But not having a car, especially during my high school years, meant that I walked a lot and I mean A LOT. And all those years I lived in center city Philadelphia (eleven), I walked to work every day. Sun, rain, cold, heat . . . . I walked often passing my co-worker and friend Don McK. standing not eh corner waiting for his bus to take him to the same location, the bank where we both worked next to the Philadelphia City Hall.
So I had to drag myself around walking with Pat as we tried to cover all the tourist enticements in Niagara Falls. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't keep up, me The Walker. But Pat said not to worry.
These days, I go out every morning before breakfast and take my walk, probably less than a mile. I hope to build up my endurance and get back to back to my previous walking abilities. I don't know if I'll ever get there but what I do know is that I am walking now. And for that I will be forever grateful.
|Just don't fall of the ladder Ron!|