Officially … as of today … I finally get to walk again. Look out, left leg! You’re gonna have to walk again … starting today, this moment, this very lovely day!
Of course, walking with a broken leg means having a big fat boot that comes almost to your knees. The boot weighs as much as your fright about walking on it. Wait a minute — we’re talking standing up tall again. Weight on the old foot again. It also means freedom. Driving the car again. SHOPPING again!
Oh, I shouldn’t have mentioned the shopping thing. Dan is hiding my wallet. Hey. HEY! Where are you going with my wallet, mister? You touch my plastic and you’re a dead man!