The Song Remains the Same

I have the (newly-Oscar winning) song "Falling Slowly" in my head. It's a really lovely, lovely song but it's also one of those songs that is totally insidious. It creeps into your brain and then WHAM! It just won't get out. I hummed it all through dinner, through making chocolate cookies, and even now as I'm playing on the interweb. Seriously, I dig it and highly recommend it, but I challenge you to listen to it and then see if you don't end up like me, singing quietly under your breath as you go about your day.

As far as my broken left foot, it's hanging in there. I'm a tad sore today, but that's ok -- I'll get over it. In two weeks from today I go back to the surgeon and I'm hoping against hope that he'll give me the "all clear" to start at least standing on the MBLF and to get into PT. My broken two lungs are also doing ok; these days, other than the blood thinners and the bruising that goes along with them, I generally don't even know that my lungs have been broken. Of course, as soon as I start to forget, I am forced to remember: I suddenly had a little chest-flutter tonight after dinner as I sat in the kitchen, reading and watching my cookies bake. It's fine (I promise) but just a little unwelcome reminder that, six weeks later, I'm still trying to get back to normal.

Hope things are great in your neck of the woods, dear readers. Thanks for reading my little blog ... it's nice to know that we can have this time together.