Three days of crutches were three days more than I ever wanted to experience, so I tossed them to the side and limped around with an exoskeleton around my right leg for a month. Now that it's gone, I kinda want it back.
Regular shoes seem inadequate.
I'm still wobbly and weak.
The sadists down at Physical Therapy get to have a go at it now, but in the meantime, I'm confined to desk work.
The problem here is that I like the desk job more than my real job.
A lot more.
I like being behind the scenes, out of view, out of the way..and out of mind.
I'm a little bummed that I'll be fully mobile again, and I'll be slung back into the pit, fully visible, fully functional...and within reach.
No exoskeleton anywhere in sight.
Regular shoes seem inadequate.
I'm still wobbly and weak.
The sadists down at Physical Therapy get to have a go at it now, but in the meantime, I'm confined to desk work.
The problem here is that I like the desk job more than my real job.
A lot more.
I like being behind the scenes, out of view, out of the way..and out of mind.
I'm a little bummed that I'll be fully mobile again, and I'll be slung back into the pit, fully visible, fully functional...and within reach.
No exoskeleton anywhere in sight.
