The pain varies day by day, like today my entire foot is swollen and I feel like my metal is gonna blow out on me when I walk. Some days it is the pins, like yesterday.
I wonder if I pushed myself too hard to get out of my wheelchair.
When I got my tickets for Spooky Empire, I was determined to not be in my chair when I met Norman Reedus, since he was the entire reason I was going. I pushed myself through physical therapy and was walking and had full range of motion a lot earlier than most people with my same injuries. I was gonna walk and stand for a photo op, damn it!
Then he cancelled and I kinda went a little nuts - I had spent my entire tax return on tickets and hotel, not counting the pain I had gone through to get out of that fucking chair.
I'm not blaming Norman Reedus by any means, even though he's the reason I pushed so hard. Sounds fucking ridiculous, doesn't it? I did get to come back to work earlier than what I was supposed to, so it isn't all bad. I'm just left in a lot of pain on the daily because I am an over achiever that wanted to walk and not be Wheels while my best friend was Leg Man at the convention.
I'm still proud that I kicked the opiate addiction I developed during that time. Cold turkey. Like a boss.
Some days I'm still ready to cut the damn thing off.