In a strange way it is only now, after almost three months, that I am adjusting to what has happened. Three days ago, the horizontal syndesmosis screw was taken out (a short outpatient procedure under local anaesthetics) and physiotherapy is commencing next week!
I have been walking, if we may call it that, ie unaided and on my own two feet, every day around the house, in the garden and short distances in town.
Not funny, not easy but getting there probably eventually. I compensate my lack of foot work with furious weight lifting and sitting down yoga/pilates whatever sessions. Not allowed to cycle or drive for another two weeks. I could just try it but if I knock down someone's dog or worse, insurance will not cover.
Cabin fever is setting in, R thinks I am slightly mad. We argue and we laugh and argue again and then we laugh and watch some crap on tv or debate the end of the world as we know it.
The grandchild's current favourite English word is literally, the favourite German word is Gurke (cucumber). Also, air quotation is now a thing.
Summer at least. I spent close to an hour last night topping and tailing strawberries. There's always that day when the novelty wears off and we turn to jam making.
Two . . . young hunters rescued a dragonfly stuck in the mud. It gave them the usual wishes you get in these stories. One wished to be the smartest man in the world. The dragonfly said, ‘So you shall be.’ But the second hunter wanted to be smarter than the smartest man in the world. . . . So the dragonfly converted the second hunter into a woman.
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| translation Shrimps! I forgot to get the shrimps . . . |
Argue and laugh, argue and laugh. Well, as long as there's always laughing, you'll be okay.
ReplyDeleteHaving a horizontal syndesmosis screw removed sounds like torture. Or perhaps more like, literally, having a torture device removed. (Quotation marks around "torture device.")
You're getting there.
That jam will be worth the work.