Monday, January 28, 2013
It's nice to see that my children have developed a sense of humor that is not too far removed from at least one of their parents.
I guess between the halting gait resulting from the locked ankle-to-hip black braces on both legs, and the very deliberate step-by-step motion of my still unsteady legs beneath me, I completely get the FrankenDad moniker they've come up with. And since I'll have these braces on for several months, I'm pretty sure they won't be calling me "Speedy" anytime soon.
A blanket "thank you" to all who sent get well cards, emails and texts my way. I already know this is going to be a very long rehab, but I'm up for the journey...one FrankenStep at a time.