Some Things in Here Don't React Well to Bullets
Last week was sort of like Christmas: between finishing the bar exam (OK essay portion not so hard - this year's MBE was a different story) and becoming bipedal again, I feel like a whole new person. I had forgotten what it's like to have time to spend doing leisure activities, like reading completely frivolous books having nothing to do with the law and everything to do with David Sedaris' wacky experiences growing up in North Carolina.
Yesterday I started physical therapy. I was so excited about starting, that I'd put it off until after the bar exam, thinking that I didn't really want to add - I dunno - TORTURE to the stress of sitting for two full days of mental gymnastics. I've never done physical therapy, so I was expecting that they'd send me around to various stations of horrible workout hell. Instead, I stayed on a padded table while they hooked up electrodes to my foot, wrapped that up in a warm towel, and pulsed electricity through it. Since the machine had a button labeled "Russian," I was a bit worried that perhaps that the Political Officer assigned to the Red October was going to burst into the room, at which point I'd have to arrange an "accident," but fortunately, this did not come to fruition. It was just Michael the PT student. From Texas, which is slightly less scary than the former Soviet Union.
Without seeing my x-rays, the PT lady with the Ph.D. surprised me with her ability to deduce where the fracture was in my heel just by studying my supervillain-esque limp. Apparently, much of the pain I'm still experiencing is bone pain, rather than muscle pain, which kind of surprised me considering I associate bone pain with horrible stabbing "oh, sweet Jesus make it stop" kind of pain. At any rate, I was impressed with their work and explanation of what was going on in the magical world of my calcaneus. Also, somewhat frightened at the fact that I am so screwed right now that they have to start with such small exercises before they can start the punishment.
But hey - did I mention how stoked I am just to walk without the aid of wheels? Yesterday, I walked upstairs! Up! The! Stairs! It's like a miracle!
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