I'm walking.
I had my first physio appointment yesterday. It was so good! he couldn't believe that I was actually sleeping with the walking cast on. he said, "It's for walking". I explained my schedule to him, leaving for tour tomorrow to do improv shows in school gymnasiums, then doing a physically demanding comedy after that. He gave me some great exercises I can do on the road. I stood. I stretched my leg. I stood up and sat down. I rode the bike. He said I can swim. In general I was being too soft on myself. It's like my thought when I broke it in the first place. If I had've been pointing straight down the hill it wouldn't have happened. My leg broke because I was being a pussy!
Before physio, I was at sushi with my brother telling all the news from my trip to calgary. The waiter walked into my leg and it twisted. I yelled, "FUCK!" and then realized everyone was looking at me.
On Wednesday, after the audition I tool the painkillers for the first time. Not for my leg. But they helped.
But now I don't need them, though I still miss her so much.
I am conceiving a plan to get my girlfriend back.
By letting go.
And walking away.
For now.
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