Getting ready to be out of commission was worse than the actual procedure of getting my foot worked on. Gosh, you need to get this one's approval and then you have to go and get another one’s approval. No parts needed to be ordered, so I really don’t understand all the approvals I had to get.
I tried to get Z all stocked up with cleaning supplies and dog food. The trunk of my car looks like a Mimi convince store. I’ve no idea as to why I thought he needed all the cleaning stuff? Cleaning isn’t in his job description, you know. But, he is carrying the pink cell phone. It’s concealed in his bibs pocket.
The homecoming was a hoot! All the dogs were upon us. Z got me to the back door in the wheel chair and I looked at him and said, “There’s no way!” But, Z got me in the back bedroom door. It’s no steps to get up or down.
I’m still learning how to drive the wheel chair. I flunked the part of parking big time, when I took my driving test some 50 years ago. But, then I’ve 6 weeks to learn it in.
People are telling me to do what the doctor says. Gee, here I was planning on dancing this next weekend. “Watch Your Step!” Okay, with only one foot a stepping, I think I can manage that! And the Number 1 question is: “DOES IT HURT?” Yep, it sure does do that, my friend.
P.S. I’ll make it just fine. I will do what it takes to be back on two feet again. And, this my friends will not be too soon for Z.