Episode 3: All Good Times Must Come To An End
I took a little liberty with that saying but it is time for me to say good-by to the best recovery center ever! I had this next to my bed:
And the food! I think I got a copy of every recipe my sister cooked for me.
I rode along in the car with my sister, Susan, so that I could soak up the scenery and the sun. While waiting in line at school to pick up my great niece (I had to look that up.......a niece once removed....2nd niece...), this was the view. I could see some skiers coming down those slopes.
Since I don't really know when I actually did all the damage to my ankle, I have been working on the best story line for all my friends back home. So here goes:
"I just returned from Vail, Colorado ya know..... Well I hit the slopes one day after doing some on-line, youtube, video courses on skiing. Now don't be silly, I spend a LOT of time on these.
So as I got there, things were going well. I was just chillin' eating my cookie...
I don't know this snowboarding didn't seem all that exciting. So I strapped on the skiis and headed for some real excitement.
After this run down the mountain, I went inside and changed clothes......Hey - if you just did that, you'd have to change too.
And then....well.....those darn skiis just came flying off.
I did learn my lesson and decided to take up knitting! Honest, this Nana never tried knitting and from what I understand it's very rare to succumb to any serious injuries. Although my sister keeps yelling at me not to run with the knitting needles.
Suddenly (well in 4 days) this:
It's a start....and 10 more months before Christmas!
She totally denies that Bernie Sanders was in her car.
Yesterday's Dr. appointment was to cut off the hideous cast and remove stitches. Well when I saw my poor foot, I thought lividity had set in. UGH too much time at crime scenes. Anyway, it wasn't pretty. But the stitches were removed and now I am the happy wearer of Frankenstein's boot.
3 wonderful things: I can remove it for a shower, I can remove it while sleeping, and I can wear NORMAL clothes. No more sweatpants. Lets take a moment to think about taking a shower. I am not allowed to put weight on that foot for two more weeks. So this morning looked like an episode from "I Love Lucy". I get the water just right, open the curtain and put that right foot over the tub ..STOP! You can't put that foot down. Now I am straddling the tub and hopping on my good foot. I bring my foot back over, catch it on the side of the tub and stifle a scream. O.M.G. Pain! Finally I try again. This time, while kneeling on my sore leg, I step into the shower and straighten up. There was about 5 seconds of "oh this feels good" until I realized I have to take a shower standing like a flamingo.
I have to admit I do miss the doggies, and can't wait to see them. Does this sound familiar?
Meanwhile, Finn is waiting for me on the beach.
My bag is sorta packed. You know - the stage where the bathroom stuff is still in the bathroom, and the chances of zipping that thing closed is about nil. My clothes to wear tomorrow are layed out and I sit here WIDE awake.
I pity Denver airport when I arrive on crutches with a backpack, suitcase and folded walker. Not exactly begging for assistance, but I will have my best 'aren't I pitiful?' look.
Well I hope you are enjoying your weekend,
One step, hop, slide, at a time (whatever keeps you moving!),