My physical therapist, Aaron, was here today and now my ankle? She hurts, my friend. She hurts.
We made some almond cookies today -- a new recipe, and I'm not loving. But hey! They're almond, so it's pretty much all good.
James is, of course, the most amazing husband in the universe. He built me a ramp. Let me say that again; HE BUILT ME A RAMP. Seriously. Now I can be pushed in and out of the house, and no longer need to be carried (carried!) up and down the front steps in my wheelchair.
And so, that's the day. I go to the surgeon's office in the AM so I'll be (A) seeing MyBrokenLeftFoot for the first time since surgery, and (B) learning just what the heck is going on down there at the end of my legs.
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