Just after dusk, the storm front rolled up from the southeast. It cut a swath of damage caused by wind, hail, and several tornadoes that left fatalities in their wake. Fingers of heavy rain scratched their way across the suburbs as long snakes of traffic made their way along the glistening highways in endless, red, LED lit rivers of angst.
The wind whipped the trees and sheets of lightening cascaded from cloud top to cloud top. The weather was as unsettled as the political landscape.
Sitting in the waning grey light, surrounded by the metal cocoon of the best Japanese engineering $28K can acquire my own thoughts rattled around in my head. The time had come to part ways with a familiar companion.
Five weeks had passed since the pop followed by a fiery wave of pain had been loosed from the outside of my left foot and washed up my calf to the knee. Since then, the CAM Boot and I had gone everywhere together. Up stairs and down. Clomping down sidewalks and streets. Through the grey corridors so typical of government facilities.
Locking my foot and ankle in the tight wrap of it's velcro and unyielding sole, the boot had become my companion and confidant. It shifted my gait and my pelvis ever so slightly. I walked with a starboard list, but my friend had clobbered the pain. After a mere week or two in the boot's familiar embrace, the Motrin had been placed back in the corner of the dark cupboard. Short walks from the car park to work or a store with a slightly off center list were the norm. Thoughts of my lower back and lower left leg faded into obscurity to be replaced with more pedestrian concerns.
The wind whipped the trees and sheets of lightening cascaded from cloud top to cloud top. The weather was as unsettled as the political landscape.
Sitting in the waning grey light, surrounded by the metal cocoon of the best Japanese engineering $28K can acquire my own thoughts rattled around in my head. The time had come to part ways with a familiar companion.
Five weeks had passed since the pop followed by a fiery wave of pain had been loosed from the outside of my left foot and washed up my calf to the knee. Since then, the CAM Boot and I had gone everywhere together. Up stairs and down. Clomping down sidewalks and streets. Through the grey corridors so typical of government facilities.
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| The CAM Boot Retired |
It's been a good run with the boot. I'm left to wonder what tomorrow will reveal. What will it feel like to be restored to a completely vertical orientation. Will each step carry a tickle of worry that the fifth metatarsal will snap throwing me to the pavement. Will my ankle flap and flop like a flag that has lost one corner of mooring from the flagpole.
Time will tell, and I'm looking forward to the next steps.
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