tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774961525021506395.post6624810861620695042..comments2023-10-09T05:56:21.698-05:00Comments on Jo-with-it's Portfolio: Crutches...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774961525021506395.post-35219283627001589762008-09-08T20:33:00.000-05:002008-09-08T20:33:00.000-05:00Poor Jo!!! I know exactly what you're talking abo...Poor Jo!!! I know exactly what you're talking about. When I was seven, I had the same treatment, only it was, ahem, on my derrière. :) It blistered. Oy. I was still in public school at the time, and it blistered while I was there. Sitting was awful. Then it would go numb until I stood up. Then it was awful again. Then it would start to feel better until I had to return to my seat. Then it was awful... I wanted to cry, but I knew I'd be teased mercilessly, so I spent the afternoon squeezing back the tears until I could go home.<BR/><BR/>And I've had crutches, too. I broke my foot my sophomore year in college (ballet injury). I got all over campus on them. Thankfully, I was still at a small community college at that point. Crutches can be exhausting!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com