Goodbye Grammy, Hello Three More Weeks of Crutches

Our Good-bye Lunch at Pappadeaux's

My Mom went back to Boston yesterday...and we miss her already.  The kids miss waking up each morning and crawling into bed with her to read books.  I miss having an adult to interact with during the day.  Most of all (sorry Mom) I miss having an extra set of hands and two good legs to help with the kids.  I know that sounds horrible...like it's the only reason I was happy to have her here, but the truth is the help was really, really nice.  Alas, she has a life and a job back in Massachusetts and taking off 12 days to help me out stretched her to her limit.  And now, it's all me.

I saw the Sports Med doc yesterday who put me in a walking boot, then promptly told me that I'm not allowed to walk on it for another 3 weeks.  yay.  The nice thing is I can take my foot out whenever I want to and give it some air...and take showers without a bag over my leg...and actually shave my leg (I know, TMI, but it is what it is).  The bad thing is...the crutches.  Those damn crutches.  The friction burns on my torso.  The bruised and blistered spots on my hands.  Most of all, trying to be helpful to the kids during the day all while balancing on crutches.  This morning it took five times longer to do everything.  By the time I had everyone fed, cleaned up and ready for the day, beds made, laundry rounded up and washing, it was 10:00 am and I still hadn't had breakfast.  At this rate I better start dinner NOW.  Ugh!  OK, maybe I'm just being whiny and a big baby.  I'm sure there are people out there who have it worse than me.  Not to mention surgery to fix my ankle was my choice...and the ankle itself is feeling better than it has in over a year.  Sure, it looks like something out of a zombie movie...but it doesn't hurt and I only have to take an occasional dose of Motrin and that's to help with the pain in my hands and wrists.

So, I guess I'm going to be "gimpy" for a few more weeks.  When all is said and done, I'll be so happy to be able to stand on my own two feet again.  I better have some awesome arm and ab muscles too!