I have been so proud of myself this week, I have managed to get up after only hitting the snooze three times, get ready, fix my iced mocha and pack my lunch! And I do all of this and get out the door by 7:15! With a boot on!!!! Go me!
The only thing is that as the week wore on, my sad little self had a harder time getting out the door that early. I still managed to do it but yesterday was a struggle and this morning? Well, it was a miracle. Along with the fact that my precious little man, Wookie, seems to stay in bed now. Although this morning he saw me head towards the kitchen, darted off the bed and past me and landed squarely in front of the refrigerator. Apparently he needed a little breakfast too. So he stood there, meowed, looked at me then sauntered to his food bowl and sat down, back to me while looking over his shoulder and then back to the bowl. And he has me trained. . . the little booger got some can food.
I have been practicing walking with a somewhat normal gait this week at home on top of the PT exercises. Let’s just say the gait looks all kinds of sad. I am now swelling around my ankle after sitting all day at a desk with the boot on. PT is going well and I am pushing myself, even when it does hurt. I know I shouldn’t but I just want the stupid muscle to heal so I can wear any shoes I feel like.
This weekend is a recovery weekend for me. I will be lazy, watch football, make some soup, nap and if the spirit moves me, I will do laundry. I am hoping that with all the resting I will be able to do my early schedule again next week. I like getting in earlier, when it is quiet, to poke around, get a few things done and not have to worry about my radio being too loud for the neighbors.
And there was a man on the elevator the other week that asked me about my injury. I laughed and said, well, I tore it walking. Nope, you heard that right, the lamest story ever, just walking across the street. So he helped me come up with a story. Which was tried out on another man in the elevator this week, while the first one egged me on. Here is what really happened to me. . .
I went bronco busting with George Clooney and as I was about to really impress him, I gripped the bronco too tight and tore my calf muscle. George felt really bad about it and has been pampering me. . .
Hey, first man was the one who threw it all together. . .I might have picked another sexy man to impress but Clooney’s not so bad. . .
Stumbling Through Life 