Couldn't get it on with a sock though, and it's -17c here today. So here's me, hobbling down the stairs with my cane and every step my foot was doing this weird snap crackle pop thing. But, I got to check the mail. Nice. Took me 15minutes to get the thirty feet but... Now, have to find a way to get to the post office to pick up my delivery tomorrow as they only hold things for a few days.
And that's my cane hanging on the door behind it. In the time it took me to do that, my foot swelled up to the point I wasn't sure I'd get the damned thing back off.
I've said it before and I will say it again, I have no idea how wrestlers and other athletes manage to work with injuries. My hats off to you...
And now, that I am semi-healed... well healing still, as the bruises are still a vomity colour... my mother asked me if I care to come back to her place until I am better. I really don't think I can handle sharing a place again with my mother ... unless it's another emergency, and right now... healing = not emergency.
