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5 days to go

All I want to do is lie on the couch and watch stupid tv movies.

Clients are hollering, works needs to be done and new projects need to be found. Oh what Christmas spirit!

I keep thinking of errands I need to run and then I remember I have this damn thing on my head and I don't even own a car and oh yeah, I have a broken leg. Those pain meds must be good if I keep forgetting about all of my deformities.

I dream of hoping in the car and going to the grocery store. I yearn for taking the dog for a walk in the brisk winter air. I actually want to wrap up in warm clothes and feel the freezing air of winter or hear the rain on an umbrella. To pull on my wellies and stomp through mud puddles with Noma.

I crave the morning commute to an office full of grumpy people. Weird, but I do. I haven't worked in an office since...August. My world was this house and Sonoma and then the accident happened and my world was still my house and Sonoma. I'm glad I like my house!

I need to get out! and in 5 days I will be free!

I wonder if this is what house arrest feels like? The only difference being you don't have your head in a vice and a lame leg.

Last night W and I went to physical therapy. Yes, I left the house! This is my twice a week excursion OUT! I love leaving my house. I anticipate the fresh air and change of scenery.

But what I don't like is the staring. The car windows aren't tinted and I feel people staring at me even in traffic. But mostly its when we're parked or I'm walking. I feel the whole world stops to watch me very awkwardly take steps. It must be a sight! I wish I had a video of me attempting to walk and function. In ten years I could pull it out and remind myself (like I will forget!)

Walking with a halo is difficult enough but add a fractured wrist, broken leg and ankle and it just becomes a mess. I started with a walker and right arm support and progressed to just walker and then last week to a cane. Without the halo I hope to walk alone...

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