They say there’s a change.
Hmm. Okay. I guess I see that hazy white callus that’s forming around my break. Two more weeks and they’ll tell me again how I’m doing (and hopefully surgery will still not be the recommendation). Four more weeks and I’ll be healed. Two more months, and I’ll be strong enough to strap my skates back onto my feet and turn back into a roller derby fiend. I cannot wait—all of this not-running-and-skating is driving me crazy.
2 thoughts on “28 days later”
what is the broken part, actually? i’m not sure i know where i’m supposed to be looking.
♫ …Could’ve been so beautiful, Could’ve been so right, I’ll never hold what could’ve been, On a cold and lonely night… ♫