It’s been (give or take a day or so) a month since I broke my feet. Who would have thought that breaking four bones in such a small area could cause so much bother? Meh. You live and learn.
Right foot is feeling pretty good . The ankle is still sore, and if I knock the right hand side of the foot (?) it still makes me swear, but apart from that we’re getting there.
Lefty, however, is still fully plastered, and occasionally feels like the front half is falling off. Add to that the cramp I got in my calf muscle the other day, it ain’t so good. Got another 4 weeks before they’ll even consider taking the plaster off, so at least another 4 weeks without driving/playing football/walking up stairs/doing any work worth a damn/having a bath easily. I do wash – just not in the bath, OK?
Daytime television! Oy vey, my eyes, already! Best thing on is “Big Cook, Little Cook”, which my own little(st) cook adores. Those guys are excellent!
Oooh…I love Jeopardy. Name six things from Wales.