Outwardly, it's a hurt foot. Inwardly, it's a anchor on my heart.
I express so much in the form of motion that not being able to
move 25% of my body effectively renders something missing.
Not being able to simply jump up creates the sense of enclose-ment.
It grows with each meeting and social event I've had to turn down.

My hope is that it's not as bad as the doctor thinks and that
I'll be better sooner rather than later. For now, I have to
come to terms with my new identity. The dynamic of my life is coming to
terms with a new rule, and all the secondary effects that come with it.

Still, it could be far worse. I'm glad I don't have to be on crutches.
With luck, I won't need surgery. But my point is that the damage
isn't all in the foot.

It's on something much harder to put a brace on.

My spirit.