I was a real goody two shoes when I was growing up, so I’ve never actually been grounded. Lately, I feel like I’ve been getting a taste of what I missed out on.
It’s been about six weeks since the first cast went on, and I’ve barely left the house. I do still have TV privileges unlike a grounded teenager, but I don’t have much else.
Even when I could sort of walk after the first cast but before the surgery, the longest I’ve been out is for a few hours.
I bought a tank of gas before the first cast. Even picking up and dropping off my mom at LAX, it’s still half full.
I’ve got another week in the cast and then a couple days of trying to decrease the atrophy enough to come back to work.
All I want is to get out of the apartment to do more than wash all my bedding or get the mail.
Why does it feel like it’ll be a fucking eternity before I can do that?