Compartment Release Surgery
I remember the first time someone said the word ‘sexy’ as a way to describe a body part of mine. He said “sexy legs”, I asked him to repeat it three times, sure he was saying something else and I was just misunderstanding him. I was 28 years old at the time. The last time I recall anyone saying anything at all about my legs was in junior high school, the adjectives used at that time were scrawny, gangly and in reference to my knees specifically, knobby.
Sexy, was a new term. It was from that point on that I realized I had good legs, pretty legs, long, lean… sexy, legs.
If you recall my last post, my legs were causing me a lot of problems. I wanted strong legs, runners legs, legs that could run a marathon. I had janky legs that hurt whenever I ran.
There was a surgical solution to this problem which I chose to ignore. Instead, I decided to quit running. But, turns out, I really missed running…
Which lead to my legs looking like this. That’s me right after surgery. I had compartment release surgery 12 days ago.
Not one to do anything half way, I had both legs done at once, and then promptly had to be in Chicago for class a mere 17 hours later, I was 4 hours late to class, but I made it.
I’m going to blog the details of surgery and recovery thus far in another post, this is your warning, there will be pictures. Don’t worry, only pictures of scars, the pictures of the inside of my leg are reserved for house guests as I only have a hard copy of them.
Blogs about compartment release surgery from those who have actually had the procedure done are what convinced me it wouldn’t be that bad and that I should go for it. So I want to make sure my experience is out there for anyone else who may be considering the procedure.
I’ve decided scars are sexy, I have six of them on my legs, so I’m really sexy now.