When i lost my leg in late July, i was told i would walking by late August. But the wound opened, i was sent to an adult rehab for 20 days and have been sofa bound until October 29 when i got my leg. But after a few days, with the wound not fully healed, the wound opened again. And i have been sofa bound even longer.
i know the nurses care, they are waiting for the wound to fully heal before i try the leg again. My emotions are really struggling. i refuse to cry, but i really want to.
i've missed my summer. i've my favorite season, fall. Winter/holidays are going by quickly. i figured i would be healed and walking by now, so i ordered concert tickets, but now i am unable to go. i've gained weight again because of the depression and being unable to get around.
i'm so damn lonely. Devon has returned to China for a months visit. Our neighbor picks up our mail and stays very briefly. The nurse comes twice a week to change my bandages, i flood her with my talking because i just miss human contact.
Once i finally get my leg back (next week hopefully) and no one home to take care of, i'll be out and about, with my camera. Making up for much lost time. Being able to do the basic things around the house that i can't do now from a chair or able to balance myself on one foot.
i just want to live again before i die.
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