So it has been a year later since I have broken my ankle. I know everyone wants to know has it gotten easier? Well of course it has. But things have changed. It isn’t anything major. It’s small things. For instance, last month my foot broke out and started peeling. I have a callous on my foot now. I walk differently. I am a sandals lady in the summer & now it isn’t good for me. My whole entire foot started to peel. I can’t walk for long periods of time without developing a callous or a something. Life isn’t unpleasant. But life isn’t the same. I am forced to deal with this pseudo disability everyday. I hate that I made a decision that changed my life. I am a materialistic gal. Nails done… check. Hair done….check… nice outfit…check. So this really hinders my flyness… ( is that a word lol) but for me… it is. I get my toes & nails done every month. My feet started peeling one summer day and it looked so bad, I was ashamed to go to the nail tech. I mean like really, chic ( who i love dearly) you clean feet everyday & I don’t want to show my feet to you. That’s bad. I regret that day. I regret jumping out the truck window… My foot is ugly. I put extra strain on it, it shows. It’s hard. Maybe if you aren’t a diva it won’t matter. I am a pretty gal. Imagine is everything thirst is nothing type of gal. I am saddened. My foot is ugly. But I will rise. Like the sands…. Mya Angelo…… I don’t know the rest…. & still I rise = )
It’s hard. I can’t walk for long periods of time. I get on the treadmill & it hurts. I walk around at the fair… it hurts. Sometimes I feel like a cripple. .. but then i realize that I am tripping and I snap back. I am not crippled. I am injured. I am getting old. My body doesn’t like the rods in my body…… & still I rise.
