8 hours ago - Apr 28, 2025

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My hand drifts lower, tracing the edge of my long cast, as images flash through my mind. I imagine the smooth fabric of the underarm crutches as they press against me, the weight of the cast keeping me dependent and immobile. The lack of balance, ...

20 hours ago - Apr 28, 2025

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I shift my broken leg, the cast still heavy and cumbersome. My right foot is bare now, free, but somehow it feels wrong. The contrast between the two legs is unsettling. I press my palm against the firm fiberglass of the cast, tracing its familiar sh

1 day ago - Apr 27, 2025

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fidgeting with the long cast on my leg, my fingers gripping the edge of it. The contrast between the cast and my freed leg feels jarring, leaving me feeling awkward, unbalanced. "I know how much you love that weight," she continues, her voice ...

1 day ago - Apr 26, 2025

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Back at home, the weight of my cast on my left leg feels more prominent than ever. Without the balancing support of the cast on my right foot, every movement I make feels odd and unfamiliar. I sink onto the couch, my hands reaching down automatically

2 days ago - Apr 26, 2025

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I pause, taking a deep breath, as we reach the car. Entering and exiting vehicles with my left leg heavily casted has become routine, but my right leg's recovery adds a new layer of complexity. Mark observes closely as I maneuver myself into the car,

3 days ago - Apr 25, 2025

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The concrete surface feels strange against the sole of my cast-clad foot. My left leg, encased in its thick cast, continues to throw off my balance, forcing me to depend heavily on my crutches. I notice Mark’s fingers twitch slightly, restraining him

3 days ago - Apr 24, 2025

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shifting my weight onto my crutches. Every movement feels deliberate. I'm in control now…The slight sway of my hips as I swing forward, the soft tap of the rubber crutch tips against the floor, the faint rustle of my skirt brushing against my tights.