You Walk Funny.You Walk Funny, Or: Is Walking Better Really Better
I've had a lot of surgeries on my legs, and I spent my childhood going back and forth between wearing casts from my toes to my hips and then progressing from crutches to canes to a single quad cane and then back down again as I recovered from the next surgery.
I now have a steel rod and pin in my left leg. They were put in when I was around 15. The procedure involved breaking my leg, turning the hip 30 degrees, then installing the rod and two pins to hold everything in place. That break in my femur never healed correctly. There was a subsequent surgery to remove one of the pins in hopes that the bones would then be closer together and knit more easily. When that didn't work, there was a bone graft. Then I wore a bone stimulator strapped to my thigh at night for several months. Back then, they were heavy, cumbersome contraptions that weighed about as much as a plaster cast.
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