Incapacitated

Two more weeks until I can drive again.   Don't get me wrong, I don't miss driving.  I miss the independence, the "get out of my way, I'll do it" ability I used to have.  It is amazing the number of times I have to pull back and realize I can't do something because I can't drive.  Yet the reliance on others has been a good thing, and I have been well taken care of.

Story from piano camp:
She smiled and said she had BOTH feet done ten days ago! "And I have had no pain!" she said, and pointing to her two surgical shoes.  She waltzed around like a ballet dancer.  Me, I'd been hobbling around for two weeks at that point.

The next day, she sailed in, smiling and wearing earth sandals, pulling them off to show me her incisions.  I could not but help wonder if I'd picked the wrong surgeon.  I was still surviving on hydrocodone, and I'm no wimp to pain, having used natural childbirth three times.  She handed me a card with the name of her doctor.

Later that week, William, my niece and I were caught in a sudden downpour while walking across the college campus.  Crooked sidewalks caused the water to puddle, completely drenching my bandages.  On the way home, I had to stop to get re-wrapped and the surgeon looked in.  'WHAT," he asked, "did you do to your foot?"  I explained it was nothing, but while he was there, could he explain why my recovery was six weeks and her's was one.  "If you knew what I've done to your foot," he said, "you'd understand."

Bunions since at least age ten, I guess all the tendons and muscles have grown to accommodate the deformity.  To save graphic detail, he basically took it all apart and put it back together again.  My goal is to be a feisty old lady someday, and I need to keep up my infrastructure.  Unfortunately, I'll have to do the other foot, but excuse me if I wait a year or two.

Notes:
We've let the very back of our property near the creek go wild.   This is, in part, because we don't often go back there during the heat, but also to combat erosion from all the construction on land around us, causing a lot of run off water.  The wild life seems to like it.   Saturday, I sat with a friend on my back porch talking.  A large, but skinny fox ran right past us, through what should be the garden, and back to the woods, chased by Daisy the dog.  Daisy gave up the chase quickly.  Not minutes later, dh killed the lawn mower motor and sat pointing out a large buck and his doe standing back along the tree line.  Yesterday, a doe walked along our drive to the woods in the back.  You'd think living here, I'd be used to it, but each time, we are awed.

Dinner last night:  Chicken Salad Sandwiches