Pronounced Limp

I reckon that I've been recovering from my injury at the rate of one percent a day. That puts me at somewhere around seventy-five percent. I walk with a pronounced limp. But I am walking- that's progress. So is the fact that I haven't popped a pill- not even an Aleve- in several days. Sure it hurts. But it's no longer the kind of dehabilitating pain that caused me to numb myself to the point where I pointlessly played with photo effects, as I did in early January. This is my brain on Vicodin.