I have to admit, I am making progress. I am able to walk now, with the help of a cane. I admit, it would be easier with a walker, but my stubbornness won't allow me to do things the "easy" way these days. I'm still hobbling around in a "walking boot" for at least a couple more weeks. Then, I am hoping to be able to put that aside and begin the wonderful new chapter of physical therapy in order to hopefully loosen the persistent stiffness in my left ankle.
This has been much more of an adventure than I ever imagined it would be. My word of advice to any budding sideline sports reporter covering a high school football game is to "get out of the way before the kid collides into you!" Overall, I can say with a bit of optimism that the worst is definitely behind me.
At the present time, I can imagine I come across as a typical "cranky old man". I was reminded of this impression this morning when I playfully snapped at one of my fellow workers. I wasn't really angry, I was simply having fun "playing the role." His response was, "It's much more effective with the cane." I'm just waiting for the time when I go knocking on my noisy neighbors' door with my cane at 3:30 a.m. and ask them (in my "cranky old man" way) to please turn their music down. If getting up and hobbling down the stairs were not as much trouble as it is, I would have done that this morning. Fortunately, they turned the music down before I found the need to turn into the "cranky old man." That is until the music started again at around 5:30 a.m. At that time, I figured it wasn't worth the effort, since my alarm goes off at 6 a.m. anyway. Sometimes, it ain't easy being me.
Everything will get better, and soon, I hope. In the mean time, "You loud kids stay off my lawn!"