Friday, December 16, 2011

910 Boot is the hoot

Well, I got a boot on.  Yay!
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.