It wasn't pretty. In fact, it was pretty freekin' ugly. Kinda mummy-esque... more of a Frankenstien lock-knee thing than a mummy drag-the-leg thing I guess.
I was crutch-walking along from the kitchen to my office this morning with breakfast in a bag (i convey food from kitchen to office in a paper handle bag I can hold while cturching along... its pretty lame) and I noticed I wasn't putting as much pressure on my hands as I usually do to hold myself up.
It wasn't as dramatic as Mary Lou in 'Scrooged' when she tosses the crutches and does a series of round-off back handsprings... but it was still pretty cool. The first time I carried the crutches. I just did a lap around my office with no crutches. Pretty neat.
These are my first steps in three and a half weeks. I'm feeling pretty grateful about now.
K
I was crutch-walking along from the kitchen to my office this morning with breakfast in a bag (i convey food from kitchen to office in a paper handle bag I can hold while cturching along... its pretty lame) and I noticed I wasn't putting as much pressure on my hands as I usually do to hold myself up.
It wasn't as dramatic as Mary Lou in 'Scrooged' when she tosses the crutches and does a series of round-off back handsprings... but it was still pretty cool. The first time I carried the crutches. I just did a lap around my office with no crutches. Pretty neat.
These are my first steps in three and a half weeks. I'm feeling pretty grateful about now.
K