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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Ah, the pros and cons of good health! 🙂
Ah, but so many more pros, thank goodness. Sure would like to see George cook again, though.
Video it and watch it again and again in case you forget it happened?! 😉
I should have thought if that when it was happening, Eye. It might be too late.
lol! Congrats on your freedom! 🙂
Thanks, Robin. And I should be able to salvage a few weeks of beach time before the cool weather comes.
Hooooiorah!!!! I am so glad you are free again even if it does mean facing laundry, cooking and dishes! Yuk. I completely relate to your urge for a relapse! But this is a wonderful, happy, cause for celebration, so hit the champagne. 🙂
Um…I’ve had a glass of wine each night since I got my boot off on Monday, Dor.
WOOHOO!! That’s fabulous news, Susan, you must be so happy (oh except for the laundry part… maybe that’s a good reason to wear the boot once in a while, just to make sure, of course).
As I stood in front of the huge pile of laundry yesterday, Julia, my first thought was, “Help! I’m having a relapse! Get my boot!” No one was listening.
Hi Susan. I can really empathise with you. I kniw how liberated I felt once they removed my big red Santa boot. Welcome back to the land of the vertically mobile. 🙂
Thanks, Judith. I thought of you all the way through the ordeal, especially on the day I got the boot off.
So thrilled you are better!
Thanks, Shanghai. After nearly three months, I can hardly believe it’s over, except for a few restrictions.
Too funny. I am thrilled to hear you have your mobility back, while also feeling oddly sad that you have your mobility back. (smile) Any chance George is addicted to his ‘former’ role? 🙂
I wish, LD! No such luck. But he’s always been a good helper, even before my mishap, so that will never change.
How sweet to be mobile again. So glad that is behind you and George. I like good news.
Thanks, Georgette. Now I will be able to walk around Philadelphia when we go.
I hope you get a wonderful night’s sleep! Does George have dishpan hands yet? 🙂 So glad he took such good care of you.
It was so nice not having to wear the boot to bed, Patti. Only problem right now is that my ankle is stiff from wearing the boot for three months, but that will go away in time. George’s dishpan hands are healing nicely.
Wow… Seemed like a long time to me so I can only imagine how long it has seemed to you!
As you say…. the good and the bad…… now for the ugly?
LOL, Ruth. That poor, pasty white left leg needs some exercise so it will match its mate. I guess I would call it the ugly.
YES, no more!!
Yay!! So glad to hear you are healed. Love this post for so many reasons. Thanks for sharing your great news.
Thanks, DAF. Since all my blogging friends have been keeping in touch throughout this ordeal, thought I’d better let y’all know that I’m done.
Congrats on being all healed! That means you, Patti and I will be able to get together soon!
I would LOVE it, Dianna!
Hip Hip Hoorah!! Bravo!! Thank Goodness!! It’s about time!!
You’re telling me, Carol!
Dam it! Why does there always have to be a price? Glad you are better, now get going those pots need scrubbing.
I’m a’going, Life. I’ve shirked my duty long enough.
Maybe George is even more appreciative of his lovely missus so it’s a win/win. Mothers never feel time off is a good thing. They want to think it is, but they never really do. Now you are mobile you get yourself off the the beauty shop for a facial and massage. You’ll feel 10,000% better. I’m glad to hear you’re doing well.
Thanks, GCB. I’m actually quite happy to be waiting on my man for a change.
This is not only great news, it’s hilarious! Welcome back to the land of the horizontally mobile.
Thanks, Al. I’ll be on my toes Sunday night.