It's easy for me to get into a funk; I'm a relatively active person, and this injury prevents me from doing much of anything. In that way it is both physically and emotionally brutal.
Being a usually upbeat person, I can tell when I start falling into the trap of self-pity and disappointment. It's one thing to get frustrated about my situation sometimes, but completely another to get into "woe is me" mode. I do not want to go there, but it's one of the few places I can get to easily given my current lack of mobility.
The last couple weeks I've taken to saying that I've noticed no improvement in my condition. Just last night, though, I read this post, wherein I celebrated being able to take 6 3" steps before collapsing onto crutches. That was 3 weeks ago.
Yes, there are very strong limitations on what I can do, and I may be very near to those limits, but there has been improvement. I just have to assume that any time in which improvement isn't noticeable is probably time wherein the tendon is healing--getting me closer to that day when I can take off the immobilizer and learn to walk again.
Gonna keep a positive outlook. What good does being disconsolate accomplish?