Horrors

That broken foot has been a part of my life so much that, I've got down to doing things without giving it much thought. I walk, ignoring the pain. I go out without thinking of the damage it will cause. One day, I will wake up being able to run again. Or so I thought. The cast, the crutches, they have been thrown into the memory bin. As far as I am concerned, they no longer exist. Today, however, the nightmare came running back to me. When the doctor thought that I should be put back in cast for another 3 weeks, I felt worse than falling out of love. I mean, school is starting, I have plans for the rest of my holidays and I totally abhor the after-effects of casting. For the first time in my life, I disregarded the doctor's advice and insisted that the earliest I want to be casted is next week. In the meantime, I have things to do. It totally ruined my day, week, month, year even. Yes, I will remember this year as the year I broke my foot under strange, perhaps comical circumstances, and took forever to heal. If I had to start school in a cast and on crutches, I shall stick out like a sore thumb and that is the last thing I want. No, I must escape from the cast monster. There has to be another way.....