For broken legs and blogging.

And the same goes for blogging. After having created an account on Twitter, recommended by a dear friend of mine that goes by the name of Jeanne, who compares herself a little too often with a monkey, I decided that I could just as well follow through with my attempt at a social digital life and create a WEBLOG. Oh my, am I actually going to follow through with this? Writing every day about my musings, writings, thoughts and daily activities? Well, perhaps not everyday, but at least I'll try and keep everyone who wishes to keep track of me updated.

So, what to write for the first post? For starters, I'm actually not in the best of moods. As some of you might know, I am dealing with a broken leg. I'm not going to give any specifics right now, so let it be sufficient when I say that it's not just a regular break. If everything goes against me, I may not be able to run again. I keep saying that to myself, but on the other hand, everyone is telling me that I'm young and strong, and that I'll get through it, that I'll eventually be able to do all the things I want to do. Well, I suppose that there is nothing to prove otherwise. I can't help but feel sad, however, when I think of all the things I want to do, but that might be prohibited if I end up limited in the movements of my ankle. Like rowing in the contest team, or walking St. Peter's path, or even just running. I guess that I just have to try my very best to get back to normal, and I'm not keen on being so limited. So there is a drive, a will to be able to do everything again. And I'll rely on that.

But you see, the effects of a broken leg, mentally, are twofold. You have the shortterm effects and longterm effects. Among the longterm effects are the annoyances like, not being able to go out to do sports, or not being able to go the city for some shopping. However, when you've come to terms with that (or to an extent, at least), the longterm effects begin. Not being able to do little things like walking to the kitchen to get myself something to eat, or not being able to go up and down the stairs to get something, it leaves you not only frustrated, but you also end up with all this unused energy. Then, at the end of the day, you find yourself in bed, tired mentally, but physically wide awake. Insomnia.

Oh well, just three weeks and two days to go until my surgery, and from then on, I can start gaining strength again. One benefit from the broken leg, although I have no clue how it is possible: I've lost weight.

Well, there's a first for everything. For broken legs and for blogging. And a lot more in the future.

I'll keep you updated!

Linnaai.