Most of my day was spent sorting medical bills and paperwork. Filling out forms, making phone calls (at least leaving messages that never got returned), then filing said bills with my one hand that works. I took a short walk, short because I forgot to put my brace on. That required every step I took with my left to concentrate on not dragging the foot, then placing flat down securely as to not twist my ankle and fall. I am fortunate not to have fallen in the past few months, the memory of the pain from last time still haunts me. Along with the threat of a blood clot forming, or a broken arm or leg bone to set my progress back further still. Another thing that takes the pleasure out of my walk, besides having to move slowly, is not being able to look around at the houses, landscaping, leaves changing, clouds in the sky. Yes, I can stop and look around if I wanted, but it is not the same. I can not let my mind wander too far from not dragging foot, place firmly on ground, stay balanced, don’t slip on the stones, don’t twist your ankle in that crack in the road.