on my feet again (literally)

Back in February, I broke my ankle when I slipped on some ice while I was walking to work. Because I live in Chicago, I had to go big and break that sucker city-style. It was dislocated with one broken bone and another one being fractured.I ended up needing surgery and now have a brand spanking new metal plate plate in my foot and leg with a series of pins and a screw holding it in place. I spent three days in the hospital, doped up on morphine.When I was released I found out that I lost my job and since I didn't have any insurance to begin with, I'm now have massive medical debts. Fun! I spent the next month at some friends in the 'burbs who took care of me while I was incapacitated.In April, I had my cast cut off and was allowed to go back to my apartment. The physical therapist I went to told me that I still needed my crutches to walk since my leg was still swollen and had atrophied while it was in the cast. She gave me some sheets that spelled out the massage and exercise techniques I needed to engage in to start the rehabilitation process.I couldn't spend long periods of time sitting or standing or else my leg would go numb and turn a lovely shade of purple. Two weeks ago, I saw the therapist again and she okayed me to go down to one crutch and gave me some harder stretches and exercises to do.Last week, I saw the doctor and he thought I had made such good progress, he said I could finally drop the crutches. I'm walking like an 85-year-old woman, but I'm walking on my own.I'm told I won't regain full flexibility until next year and there's a chance that my crazy dancing days may be permanently over. Let's hope not. Here's a mix I made to celebrate my newfound mobility:http://doniacl.multiply.com/music/item/43?mark_read=doniacl:music:43&replies_read=1