Miserable

Now that I’m immobile, I miss the luxury of movement. Even the simple act of cleaning my surroundings is beyond me. As long I keep my foot elevated, it remains okay, but a simple task as going to the bathroom makes it balloon beyond its’ actual size.

There must be something seriously wrong. If the X-ray didn’t show anything broken, why isn’t my foot getting better? The other foot is getting pain ridden too with the extra effort it’s exerting.

One never knows the importance of good health unless something is taken away.

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