My friend rescued me last night to pick me up for dinner. We had meatloaf and mashed potatoes, plus prosecco. I came home and watched "The Bodyguard", which shows how mentally alert I was. I have figured out that the boot is actually a total deterrent to walking. It's as long as my leg and as wide as my butt, doesn't fit on stairs, and chafes my leg. The whole idea really is to keep me from moving at all, and also, if I do move, to kill me and keep me from noticing. After I walk on it a while, my knee on my other leg begins hurting, as it gets twisted trying to get the bad foot to move. It's all quite annoying. My problem is there are stairs going up to my house, stairs in my house and stairs to go to my studio, where my computer is. The boot doesn't do stairs. Yesterday I came around the side of the house to avoid the stairs to the front door. That helps somewhat. Today I'm going to attempt to take a shower and wash my hair. That is my sole goal for today. Frightening, isn't it?
I'm not as grumpy as I sound. But close.
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