|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Where do I begin?
On July 25th, while walking my doggie in the park, I fell and fractured my right ankle in seven places. SEVEN!
Had surgery. Pins and plates, the whole nine yards. Had to hop up two flights of stairs one day post-op to get into my apartment... (I can do that now, no sweat).
Have been reliant upon the kindness of strangers and friends - and the kid, who pretty much runs the house now.
It's been a trip, believe me.
I have to learn to walk again as well as move my "muscles" - which in the case of my right calf are just a memory now. All atrophied. I'm sure my ass is a mess too. I am going to practice driving today. Wish me luck.
Things I've learned while recuperating:
Next week - physical therapy! GAAAAAAAAH!!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|