ONE WEEK ON CRUTCHES GETS TO BE OLD.  

Four?  Well, four is three too many.  But the end is in sight … and what other choice do I have?  I don't like this, not being able to drive (because what really is the use of driving solo without a safe way to get around once reaching one's destination?), not being able to really stretch, not being able to take a bath in less than 45 minutes with 2 near-miss falls … so what?  Compared to what others have been handed, this is okay by me.

Now if my two little broken metatarsals, numbers 2 and 3 have not healed, have not reconnected, have not shaken hands and made nice … well maybe then this nothing will be something and that will be the subject of another post.

(Postscript:  I am healed. Four weeks non-weight bearing in a cast, another 4 weeks in a walking aircast and now sneaks. My spin shoes have become my AM norm again. I can depress the clutch in my car.  Life is indeed good!  (But I do miss the quick whirls around Target on my knee scooter!)