I don’t know if I do, but this Saturday morning I did it. I walked. Without crutches, and without limping too much. I tried it again in the evening. Still worked. Then again on Sunday.
Today is Monday, my ankle is still hurting like hell and I still don’t dare leaving the crutch behind, but the ability to walk is still there. Its not perfect, but it IS definitely there.
It’s really hard to express what it feels like to be able to put one foot in front of the other without the aid of a crutch after three months of inability to to just that. Like being able to run a marathon? Flying? No. I can’t. The only thing that captures it is:
How the heck did this happen? To me, its nothing less than a small miracle. I can of course only speculate, but think that getting a second and third opinion on my darn body was a really good idea. The Second opinion told me to work on my balance in my ankles, while the Third recommended me to focus on my core. I did both, and voilà, over the course of one week I went from cripple crawl to pretty normal walk.
I’m pretty sure that there will be more set backs, there is no reason for why they should stop coming, and I have to be really really careful to not push my luck now. But right now, I’m just gonna focus on being happy, because that is what I am.