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bear enough weight to walk from the hotel bed to the bathroom. When will I walk pain free again?
Looking forward to a better day today Saturday even though I'm in a wheel chair. It's morning in Mexico City, and this afternoon I head back out to the airport to take my last flight of the journey to San Cristobal.
I walked home 3 miles.
Just wish I could walk. Even getting to the bathroom is painful and complicated on crutches. I don't get outside most days.
I walked 2 miles this morning. My insomnia's been really acting up lately.
You'd be amazed how big of an obstacle those little single steps in the hotel floor have been for me on crutches. I fell on my face Monday trying to navigate a single step between the hall and the hotel lobby, so they've literally been my downfall.
Glad you're doing 2 miles a day every day. That's a good record. Back in May I could ride that distance on an exercycle in my hometown gym. Maybe in a few months I'll be walking without crutches again and back on the exercycle, huh? Hope so.
I walked about one and a half miles today.
Me, I'm going crazy here alone in my hotel room in Mexico with my leg propped up in a cast for the 8th day. It really is upsetting because my hotel is located on a pedestrians-only street that is always full of people walking, never cars. They call is the "andador," from the verb "andar" which means to get around.
Here's what it looks like.
http://todochiapas.mx/san-cristobal-de-las-casas/andador-turistico-%E2%80%93-san-cristobal-de-las-casas/12127
The whole point of my vacation was to "andar" on the "andador", to walk on the pedestrian street that stretches for 20 blocks outside of my hotel room. It's a bitter pill to swallow to fly all the way down here only to wind up unable to walk at all. That's a cruel twist of fate, not just of an ankle.