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Alicia : 4/13-4/19 The Green Cast
Diary entry posted Fri 11:59pm 4 May 2007

After three weeks, the week before my next OS appointment, it felt like I could have slid my leg out of my cast if I tried hard enough. Don't worry, I never tried, but I did call my OS that Friday and asked if I should replace it or if I should wait till the next week for my appointment. I was told he was not in the office, but left instructions just to come in and have the cast changed. I asked the nurse again about receiving a removable boot.. I really wanted to take a bath and clean all the skin that was coming off of my leg. Alas, since the doctor wasn't there, I was told that while I had get a new fiberglass cast now, I should keep my appointment for next week and ask about an AirCast then. However, she did take sympathy on me and gave me a chance to wash my leg before she placed the new cast on. I was led to a sink on the floor and given a can of Barbasol (shaving cream) to was my leg with. She told me that it would deoderize my foot/leg (which was pretty icky after not being bathed in over a month, and would mosturize the leg as well. It felt like heaven. I scrubbed (gently) the leg for a good 20 minutes, trying to get all the dead skin off, while the kids argued over what color my next cast would be. The boys finally won and picked a beautiful bright green colored cast.

This weekend was the first weekend I truly felt like myself. My grandmother isn't in the greatest of health (but doing wonderfully anyways) and could not travel to see me. Up until my accident I would travel 4 hours each way to visit her in West Virginia. I hadn't seen her since January, and missed her dearly. She has always been there for me, and her kitchen table is where I have always gone to clear my head. My aunt had rented a car for the weekend and decided to take me home to see her. We packed the babies up and drove down. My grandmother was, of course, happy to see me, but I truly needed that visit. I was home in the mountains, peaceful, and had her to pour my heart out to regarding everything that happened since my last visit. It was the first time I felt like myself, sitting at the table where I had spent so much of my life. I came home Sunday evening refreshed, ready to face the world and handle anything it threw at me next.



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