Forgot about the blog. Got so used to having a left foot immobilized and swinging around like a monkey on crutches, just forgot. Still hate the cast, and the crutches, but it's not as bad as it was. Been since Nov. 7, the surgery, first two weeks in a splint, then since in a rock-hard but wonderfully holiday-colored cast. Must say, it's lovely. Must say, it's making me say stuff like "Must say, it's lovely." I'll stop now.
ONE WEEK TO GO! This time next week, the cast is off, a walking cast/boot is on and therapy can begin, I am so ready for this. Much as I'm used to the cast and crutches, it totally blows to not be able to carry a goddam thing, save for a cup or plate and gingerly at that. I mean I carry my laptop bag every day, over my shoulder, that's not TOO bad, but can't really shamble up stairs with things in my hand. Laundry has suffered, my daughter's moved and she's not around to help me bring it down and up, so I have a huge basket full, ready to somehow get downstairs, in the car, to the laundromat. I'm thinking of doing it in bags. Or maybe lowering it down on a rope out my kitchen window. Shit, I think that would work!! Of course anyone can see where this is going, any time any mechanically impaired male (me) thinks he has a great idea involving moving parts and/or physics, he's screwed, things will not end well. Does it keep us from trying? FUCK NO! Bring on the rope, I'm ready.
