Yesterday I went to the podiatrist, and she said the x-rays looked great! My broken foot has finally healed. So I don’t have to wear the boot or the surgical shoe anymore. No more scooting up and down stairs on my butt. No more sleeping on top of the covers with a pillowcase over my booted foot. No more hop, hop, hopping with my walker. No more sitting in a wheelchair, watching everyone else having a great time. No more sitting down to take a shower. No more electric carts at the grocery store or Target, bumping into things. No more feeling like a prisoner, trapped inside my house all summer. No more George cooking dinner. No more George scrubbing the pots and pans. No more George washing the laundry. No more George…well, as I said. You have to take the good with the bad.
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