The View from 58-inches High

I often find it very difficult to talk about myself, especially when it involves describing or characterizing me. I am who I am and that’s all there is. One thing that seems obvious is that those who know me have no trouble knowing exactly how I’m going to react to most situations. I don’t know that I ever would have said that I don’t understand the concept of limitations. I would simply say that I’m a positive thinker. Yet everybody from my friends, to family, to co-workers knew that I had no idea what I was in for with this injury. Every step of the way I have believed that I was capable of so much more than I am. Every step I have been met with shock and disappointment. I truly believed the surgeon was going to look at how much strength and range of motion I had in my leg, declare me wonder-woman and tell me I could start weight-bearing. I walked into his office so proud and confident only to be told, in a scared-straight-80’s-anti-drug-program kind of way that if I tried to walk on it I would be having surgery again. It was like a slap in the face and it was all I could do not to show my disappointment right there. I realize now that he probably sees people like me all the time, and we probably do usually end up back in surgery. So you’d think lesson learned right?

After this blow to my plans I started working on a new way that I could start breaking myself out of the house solo. Brian and I think through every possible way that I might be able to get out of the house, down 3 steps, and into my truck with my walker before we decide this is just not possible on one leg. So what do I do? I call my boss and tell him I’m going to start coming into work next week. Yup, as these words are coming out of my mouth I know that we have worked every scenario and I have no idea how I can make this happen. All I know is that I want it to happen and, again, here is that strange concept of limitations again. I just know that I’ll find a way.