Crutches Chronicles Part 1

Walking out of the podiatrist's office with a cast and crutches I truly didn't need to walk, I encountered my first adventure in surviving the crutches chronicles: rain. Already I had struggled to walk from the back office to the front, carrying papers, coat, and purse. I had dropped things and picked them back up, nudged my way through doors, even managed to sign the necessary documents all while on my new set of steel gray crutches. But nothing had prepared me for the sight that I encountered in the small overhang just outside the automatic doors. Sloshing rivers racing down the street. Torrents of pelting raindrops filling the sky. Thunder and lightning clashing eagerly in the distance. And my car--200 feet away.

I looked longingly down at my purse hooked precariously on my shoulder, at the miniature umbrella tucked safely inside. For one moment I envisioned myself trying to balance crutches, purse, and umbrella all while I determinedly did not use my left foot. It wasn't going to happen.

My first adventure in the crutches chronicles commenced, and I hobbled to my car. And got soaked.

Two thoughts immediately added insult to injury. First, I had walked easily on the left foot into the podiatrist's office, with only a slight pain I was sure would be dismissed by some kind of physical therapy. And second, that 200 foot walk was definitely in the sunshine. Thus began the crutches chronicles.