Two weeks ago I broke a toe by stubbing it on the basement stairs. (Laundry is a dangerous business.) Not a big deal, but often painful to walk on. So I decided to go to the orthopedic guy and get it checked out and get a walking cast so I wouldn't pull apart all my other muscles in my attempts to compensate for being unable to balance properly.
Early yesterday morning while it was still pitch dark outside, I made a crash landing as I stumbled over the curb in front of Ortho Guy's office. A few minutes later I was huddled in the doorway crying (literally) and announcing that they would now have to x-ray both feet.
Toe? Yup, clean break. Foot? Not broken but badly bruised and so excruciatingly painful that (1) toe pain no longer noticeable (2) unable to tolerate pressure of either foor brace or Ace bandage (3) unable to put any weight on it (4) now in possession of crutches and Vicodin. And (5) no cast for broken-toe foot, since that is now the only one that works at all.
A little nest in a living room recliner surrounded by notebooks, laptop, dishes, phone, remote, etc.
HOURS of those real OC Housewives. (That might give you an idea of just how pathetic I am.)
A paper on Ezekiel completed and emailed.
Plenty of time to catch up and ruminate on GC35 (see previous entry).
A nice long visit from a friend; my disoriented state had caused me to forget our lunch date and so she came here and brought me brownies. It is SO nice to have friends who will hang out with you despite your forgetting about them and despite your attire -- same PJ bottoms and baggy sweater for 24 hours -- and surroundings -- dirty dishes and piles of paper.
Comtemplation on blogging. Lisa, you are right, the communities have fractured. And I find that if I visit a blog and leave comments a few times and they aren't reciprocated, I don't bother again. I also find that I am not so good at it myself anymore. But if you abandon your Jesuit-watcher Prebsyterian seminarian birder photographer mother friend, she will be slow to extend forgiveness.
Unsuccessful tries to reach the Lovely Daughter, who is visiting a North Carolina camp counselor friend here. Which, frankly, should not be allowed when your mother needs crutches to get to the kitchen.