"How I wish we didn't hate those years while we lived them." - Li-Young Lee

Braiding by Li-Young Lee is one of my all time favorite poems. The quote above has been kicking around in my mind since the accident.

Love, how the hours accumulate. Uncountable.
The trees grow tall, some people walk away
and diminish forever.
The damp pewter days slip around without warning
and we cross over one year and one year.

( Weekend and other madness )

This afternoon I have the appointment with my Ortho to see if I can start putting weight on the leg again (oh please oh please oh please). It would be nice if I could also get clearance to drive. Actually, at this point, driving is almost more important to me than walking -- it would eliminate the need for me to hitch rides to doctor's appointments, it would enable me to get from job to job without hassle, and it would enable me to go out and do some shopping on my own before the holiday. But I'm not hopeful.

Update

I can walk. Sorta. I still have the brace and the crutches, but I have authorization to be weight bearing "as much as you are comfortable with". I went up the front steps this evening without needing to go up on my bum. :-)

I also have authorization to drive, although he prudently recommends that I practice a bit in an empty parking lot first, since I haven't used my quadriceps muscle in six weeks.

Max range of motion right now is about 70 degrees, but I expect that to increase as I can now do weight bearing PT.