About the foot

I finally went to the ER after a painful Super Bowl Sunday water break. The verdict? Two broken metatarsals. I now have traded the borrowed walker for my very own NEW crutches. As a bonus, I got a boot of many velcro bindings. So much velcro that I feel like my left foot has launched it's own rap career. Two weeks into the disabled life, I can already see my left leg atrophy before my eyes. And I buckled my plastic outdoor mini-stool as I showered. I only weigh a respectable 105. WTF?