It’s Been A Year

The anniversay of my ankle break was just a couple of weeks ago.  I didn’t do anything to celebrate it except take a walk.  My ankle will never be the same as it was.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to play tennis again, but I could probably run a 5K.  I really can’t wear high heels anymore but kitten heels look cute.  This time last year I learned I can hop pretty well on one leg while trying to get dinner ready and get it to the table without crutches.  You can’t carry a plate and use crutches at the same time.  And when I walk outside in the slush and puddles of March I remember that I didn’t have to deal with it all last year because I wasn’t outside at all … doing anything.  In fact, I don’t remember what the weather was like this time last year.  I remember my life consisting of going to work, coming home, hopping around my kitchen and going to bed …. over and over and over.  I hope nothing like that happens to me again, but if it does, I guess I’ll be ready.