Ambulatoriness is wonderful

Don't even know if that's a word, ambulatoriness. Should be. Anyway, I am. Up to a point. Doc cleared me yesterday to drive. I went, with Jess, she drove, and doc says wound looks great, healing well. I never, ever listen to doctors, or didn't when I was younger, I just plunged ahead into recovery and did what I wanted when I wanted. Not this time. They said sit around a lot with foot up, I did. And I guess that's why their doctors, they appear to know what they're saying.

Anyway, doc says sure, drive, just don't overdo it. So I've been driving since yesterday, and it's not bad, little pain if it's down too long, but then I get wherever and put the hoof up. Sucks being on crutches, still, I mean, so much planning to just get around and getting up and down stairs from this shit apartment, with it's curling stairwell and ailing cat always camped on one of the steps that refuses to move no matter how hard I whack him with the crutch (and I LOVE cats, if I didn't, little phucker would be dead now), but I'm getting by.

Went to Beth's last night and on way home today, stopped at car dealer to see cars with Jess, then went for haircut, home, took nap. Felt old. I mean really, a nap? But I just needed it. And I'm listening to my body now. Usually listen to just the one part all men love, but not any more, listening to the whole thing now and if it needs rest, rest it gets.

Also found out my barber, great guy, Tony, can't recall his last name, but it's Italian, is retiring end of the year. Been down the Weir for 44 years, I can't imagine being in one spot that long, but he's calling it quits.

Funny think about barbers you get used to, they leave, retire, whatever, you feel deprived. I told him it's like having a doctor you like, or whatever who you go to, get to know. When they leave, it's like "You can't go! You're MY barber (or whatever)!!!" I feel abandoned. He has a new guy taking over, will give him a shot, younger guy. Tony's been great, just a classy gentleman, great head of snow-white hair, friendly, remembers who you are, what you do. Make a helluva bartender, too. anyway, he'll be missed, and by lots who've known him longer than I...