The days are numbered.

I am not much of a person for keeping lists or that sort of thing. Each day is pretty much something I just tackle as it comes. The accident changed this aspect of my personality. Once the cast was placed on my leg I instantly started a mental tally of exactly what the time frame was for my recovery. Immediately I began counting the days or rather the hours until the cast would be removed. Today I find myself just 3 days away from having unencumbered use of both feet again. I realize that life with a couple pins in my ankle will never be quite the same as it was before the accident. It doesn’t stop me from wanting whatever use I have of this ankle to become fully mine. Having people do things for me and not being able to help with things that need done has driven me crazy at times. I would love to sit and have a conversation with the driver who hit me and maybe help him realize what his choice to get behind the wheel did to me. This isn’t going to happen but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to at least voice my opinion on his decision to drive under the influence. Yes, he was not drunk or taking drugs but he admitted to taking copious amounts of cold medicine and that is in my mind no different than drinking and driving. If you doubt this just look at my leg and then maybe my car.