Giggling. Yes I have had enough coffee. However I did something this morning that I haven't been able to do it ten months.
That has been my goal from the get go. To be able to sit in a. . . Um. . . Whatever the PC term for it is.
Don't care how unattractive scarred and slightly atrophied legs are. My scar has faded a bit. The suture scars are bright white in direct sunlight. I have been thinking about a tattoo, not to hide it, but to enhance it. Husband's suggestion is at teddy bear with a knife at the bottom of the scar. Teddy bears aren't me. He chuckles thinking about it though.
I have been walking without a cane for a few months now. And while at home I have been at it with no brace. Strength is coming back, so is flexibility. Not as fast as I would like. But coming along none the less.
And no, I am not afraid of being on motorcycles. It was intimidating at first, and didn't enjoy it as much because I was over thinking it. But now, now I jones for it. Some days I will be in town in my truck, motorcycles pulling up next to me, and I pine to be riding. I am back to me again. And it feels great! Albeit a bit stiff in the mornings, and tender by bed time.