Even after six months, the sight of my amputated leg still has the power to shock me.
This evening I was hopping around the bedroom after coming out of the shower, towel tied around my waist.
While doing so I caught sight of myself in the mirror. It was not my ever-spreading beer gut that caught my attention but rather my right leg hanging down and dangling in mid air. I was struck by how assymetrical it looked. In fact it looked exactly like what it is -- a leg that's been cut off half way down.
For some reason, it doesn't bother me when I look in the mirror with my artificial leg on, or when I'm sitting down.
But in that moment, caught completely unawares, the enormity of what's happened came flooding back.
This evening I was hopping around the bedroom after coming out of the shower, towel tied around my waist.
While doing so I caught sight of myself in the mirror. It was not my ever-spreading beer gut that caught my attention but rather my right leg hanging down and dangling in mid air. I was struck by how assymetrical it looked. In fact it looked exactly like what it is -- a leg that's been cut off half way down.
For some reason, it doesn't bother me when I look in the mirror with my artificial leg on, or when I'm sitting down.
But in that moment, caught completely unawares, the enormity of what's happened came flooding back.
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