The leg is healing - slowly, very slowly. Every morning, I wake up stiff as an 80-year old woman who'd been on a 3-day drunk.
Sore. Really sore.
Den comes into town (I'm in Cleveland right now) today, and I'm going to return to sensible eating and exercising. Much as I hate it when he nags, I do seem to need a prod to get started.
Today isn't too bad. When the weather isn't changing, it's a huge improvement. Unfortunately, in both SC and OH, changing weather is the norm.
Next week, on Wednesday, I return to the ortho guy; I expect to hear that I'm ready to take off the boot, and return to limited movement and PT. That will be the hard part - the day after PT leaves me feeling like I'd been hit by a car.
And, I HAVE been hit by a car, so I know what it feels like.
Speaking of health-impaired people, check out this cartoon about Pelosi.
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