Like really angry. Not a pity me angry, but a "fuck you and the horse you rode in on" angry.
I was done with it. And at best I had another two weeks to go.
I've gotten over the anger. I'm embracing my knee scooter. I tell my story over and over.
I'm hopeful that in 12 more sleeps, I'll be rid of this cast forever.
Every once in awhile I suffer from a case of restless leg syndrome. While trying to fall asleep, my legs just don't want to stop moving.
Try having that when your leg is in a cast, your foot is at a forced 90 degree angle and you can get your leg and foot to stop twitching.
12 more sleeps. Then I'm hoping for a walking boot and physio.
And no more legs that seem to have a mind of their own as I try and sleep.