Four Weeks In
This morning I saw an orthopedic doctor for a four-week check up on my knee. They took some x-rays and were happy to tell me that the fractures hadn’t been pulled apart in the meantime. This is something they look out for with cases like mine, but never mentioned to me before. I guess they saved me four weeks of worry. They were also kind enough to fit me with a new cast, and in the process I got to see exactly how withered my leg has become.
Behold, the incredible shrinking limb!
They told me I’ve got another three weeks in the new (fluorescent orange) cast, and then they can take it off for good. After that I might move on to a smaller knee brace, or just dive in to the physical therapy, depending on what the oracle x-rays show.
Got to say, I’m still pretty positive about the whole deal. Another three weeks in the cast is better than another four, and all of that is better than my knee exploding in slow-motion underneath the fiberglass.
In fact, my leg(s) are even a source of inspiration for some. Jon composed this sick track, Watch Out For The Big Leg, in response to the photo comparing my legs. He offers this eloquent description:
“You got some crazy legs. The inspiration was this: the cello pizzicatto is your weak leg and the angry organ is your mean big leg, and they are battling over the beat.”