My broken body part

5 days and counting until this 30 pound weight is removed from the right side of my body. That's what a cast feels like; a weight. To say it sucks is superfluous. A body needs to be in literal balance or everything is off. I've been "off" for about 7 weeks now... well, my Mother says I've always been a little "off". But then again so is she; and for that matter just about everybody I know or have ever come across. Being "off" can be a good thing because it makes you an individual. If someone sees you as "off", what they are really seeing is someone uniquely different than themselves... and that's definately a good thing. I enjoy being different than anybody else. I like being "off"... just not literally. My poor, poor other leg has been taking all of the work and weight of the entire body. Can you imagine standing on one foot for 7 weeks? Seriously, absolutely NO weight on the bad foot at all. It's weird and cool at the same time to realize your own body compensating and dealing with injury. I kind of feel like I have no choice in all of this; like an unwilling spectator. I watched my leg snap in half and now I'm watching my body mend itself. I can't wait to watch as they saw this thing off and reveal my new leg to me. I understand it will not look like my old leg for a while. I for one will be horrified at the amount of hair that has been allowed to sprout free while I've lost all hygiene control on that particular limb. I'm ready for that. What I'm not ready for is the muscle atrophy and all the rehab I've got to do. I've always had "athletic" legs; the kind that should never try to pull off pumps. And though I've sometimes hated my big calves, I've always liked it when strangers ask if I play soccer. Since I have no desire to bust out with a pair of pumps in this lifetime... I'll gladly take my old leg back. I'll just take it home, wash it, shave it and remind it that it's expected to think it's still 20.