For most of the summer I had some sores on my right leg that made it painful to wear my prosthesis. I wore it anyways most days, but only for a few hours at a time. And the sores were awful and raw and oozy. And so painful to walk on–I’d say it was akin to hiking with 2″ ulcerated holes on both the heel and ball of your foot while you’re wearing sweat-drenched scratchy wool socks. And then add into that the discomfort from the toes I broke at the beginning of the summer and it was just a painful few months. Painful, I say.
So just yesterday I marveled at how easy it was to walk around my garden. The 30 ft walk from my gate to the hose had seemed pretty torturous for a few months there. And it was just effortless yesterday. No pain. And everything else has been so much easier, too. Cleaning house, walking to class, my daily routines.
I’d like to think that I don’t take walking for granted. And it’s sure nice to have the realization of how lovely it can be.