Just when I thought I didn’t have anything to blog about, I twisted my ankle. I won’t bore you with the details of how it happened and how much it hurts (seriously, why is it so hard to get some morphine in this country?). I’d rather like to share a newly found perspective on taking for granted something as simple as two functional legs.
Have you ever had to use crutches? Until today, I haven’t had the dubious pleasure of doing so. I never realized how thoroughly slow and annoying crutches are – maybe because the people around me whom have had crutches were always so OK with having them. Maybe they also realized how lucky they were that, once the injury was healed, they would go back to walking normally.
But now that I am dependent on crutches, be it only for a couple of days, I can’t help but wonder at how people who are dependent on them live day after day without losing the smile on their faces. I’m used to walking fast – I’m the one who passes everyone else. I never realized how someone I am passing, who can’t go faster, might feel.
I can’t wait to not need these crutches. And to those of you who are stuck with them for a longer time or who are in a wheelchair, props to you – you are amazing and I will never underestimate you again.