Before anything else, I want you to know what my role model is on this:
Got back from the doc and I have good news! I seem to be healing so well that he’s never seen this before. It seems that I’m more than a few standard deviations out.
I guess I’m just an overachiever. :-D
(said with a very, very gay lisp) (not that there’s anything wrong with that)
I am the honey badger. I just don’t give a shit. I just take what I want. What, I broke my hip? I just don’t give a shit care. I just heal it up and keep on going. With screws in my hip. I just don’t care.
Things haven’t moved around. I’m allowed to drive. I’m allowed to start putting weight on it using pain as guidance. In two weeks I go back to get my next appointment.
By the way: I’m not in pain. Using pain as guidance I walked up the steps! Just sayin’. I’m just channeling my inner honey badger.
The funny thing is when the doc asked if I was in any pain I noted that when I sit indian style it hurts a bit — you know — cross legged. He looked at me funny. I crossed my right leg over the left and he just about dropped his jaw to the ground.
“You can cross your legs? You aren’t supposed to be able to do that.”