1. Sore arms.
2. Itchy scar. (Side effect, though, technically.)
3. Chubby toes.
4. Dirty looks from drivers -- it is NOT my fault the "Walk" light is so short!
5. Difficulty in putting on jeans.
6. A pile of left shoes by the door, and right ones in my closet.
7. Not being able to walk/crutch anywhere and carry ANYTHING in my hands at the same time. (A little thought of side effect!)
8. Watching the door slam shut because someone forgot to hold it open for you... Dad.
9. Four. More. Weeks.
10. I cannot drive. (Silver lining, though, considering Los Angeles??)
11. I can't crutch anywhere without getting stupidly sweaty. Ugh.
Enough complaining. Oh, and they frighten my dogs, and it's hard to pick things up, and...
Things I've learned on crutches:
1. That floor is slippery, and the rubber nubs at the bottom are not all powerful. Ow, that hurt my left knee and my dignity.
2. A couple of drinks + bathroom upstairs = BAD
3. They're great for sympathy, but look out for the "talkers" (people who will start a conversation about ANYTHING opportune... Weird dude at a gas station: "So, didya break it skiing?" Me: "...No.")
4. Did I mention it's hard to pick things up?
5. Previously short distances have all of a sudden become veeeeeryyyy far.
6. Backpacks make your shirt ride up... hope you enjoy showing off that squishy belly.
7. Apparently they're good for your arms and core... I've yet to see much improvement in the latter.
Meh, next quarter is about to start. I've just spent Spring Break up at home instead of Hong Kong. Yeah, don't talk to me. No, actually I've accomplished some good things and I've kept my recovery going well and got my stitches out. See? Accomplished. Not lazy.
Although I did just finish reading The Perfect Insult for Every Occasion; Lady Snark's Guide to Common Discourtesy by A.C. Kemp and found that I had little to learn from it...
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