Someone asked me the other day about the worst part of my recovery. I replied that, so far, it’s been the fact that I can’t do all the things I normally do around the house. That’s been my standard reply, actually, for almost six weeks now.
But the truth is that the worst part is the knowledge that, at some point soon, I’m going to need to put all my weight down on my left foot and just hope my tendon, which is still in the process of healing itself, holds.
After six weeks of not being able to use my leg, that’s really terrifying.