So I managed to lead one and a half routes.
Wait, one and a half?
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So I managed to lead one and a half routes.
Wait, one and a half?
I can barely believe that back in August I was told there was a 90% chance my BONE WOULD DIE and I’d likely have fusion surgery and it would be all dramatic and terrifying and I wouldn’t walk again and my whole life would change.
A long while back I was A Vegan Adventurer, then it was A Vegan Abroad, then A Vegan Mess (all apt for the time), and now… it feels like A Vegan Adventurer is the right fit for me after all. It’s just taken a little growing into.
“And you’ve already lost all side mobility in that ankle. That’s gone.”
Laying in a hospital bed, high on morphine, I stared at a surgeon who was explaining to me in no uncertain terms that I had FUCKED UP.