A couple of weeks ago, I had what I hope was the final visit with the orthopaedic surgeon. After the usual routine of having an x-ray taken, I saw the doctor who said my tibia was fully healed from the fall from my bike and that barring anymore such silliness, I should be good to go. I was surprised by this as my previous visit had left me thinking that I hadn’t actually broken my tibia. I had spent the intervening weeks worrying about what exactly had happened to my leg as let me tell you, as the leg really hurt! The doctor assured me that I had in fact suffered a small fracture of my tibia. I was taken aback and somewhat disturbed by the apparent contradiction. I don’t know what to think about the situation and that is something which causes anxiety in me.
Another source of anxiety is my weight which has gone up considerably since my low point of about 184 lbs at the Champlain recuperation centre. As might be expected, I spend a fair bit of time contemplating my legs and their relative sizes and shapes. Furthermore, as it is summer and I have to watch my step, I have been noticing the legs of other people. On a weekend expedition by Metro, I became aware of just how thick my legs were compared to the random sample of bare legs seen on the Metro. I am tall because my bones are long but relatively thin. In high school, I discovered that my wrists were quite a bit thinner than those of my shorter friends. Were my legs emulating my expanding waistline? I raised this question with my physio who said that I shouldn’t worry about the size of my legs as their width was a result of a lot of muscle from decades of cycling.
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