Today I am officially old. And crippled. And elderly. And handicapped. Officially handicapped - I have the placard to prove it.
I bought a cane today and without it I can't walk more than 25 or 30 feet. Watched an online video to learn how to use it (did you know you use it in the hand of your dominant/uninjured leg? I didn't, but I do now.) and I'm off to the races.
I'm embarrassed and mortified to be using a cane, to be sure, but it's not forever and I'll be back to walking unassisted in no time.
Also, just think how good I'll be in the rehab post-op classes. I bet I'm the best in the whole damn class.
I know I'll be the youngest.
