Four weeks ago today I began the journey, Bye, Bye Bunions. The twenty-eight days flew by with amazing speed. I kept myself busy by writing, deconstructing items for their pattern or notions, and I created a few new items. Daytime television was tolerable when I kept the channel set to "Do It Yourself" programing . I did some reading, but did not like I thought I would. All in all, it was a good four weeks.
Yesterday was my four week check up. I left the office with a smile. 10% sure sounded like a wonderful number. The hours and hours I kept my foot elevated paid off. I was given permission to step on Lucie with about ten percent of my weight. Ten percent? - think of it as a light kiss, like a peck on the cheek, I was told. In an effort to illustrate the idea my doctor asked me, "Did you ever kiss your grandmother passionately?"
"I don't kiss and tell." I quipped.
He rolled his eyes, "I don't want to know anymore!"
"If you had said my father-in-law, I would have known what you meant," I grinned.
I was given instructions - heel walking is okay, and the ball of my foot should kiss the floor briefly. Step. Kiss. Step. Kiss. No, I'm not a newlywed out for a walk with her new spouse. I'm just a gal on medical leave recovering from bunion surgery.
After the appointment Rick took me to Hobby Lobby. I looked for hand made paper, but I didn't find what I wanted. I purchased acid-free glue sticks. Scrapbooks with photos of our trip to Zimbabwe are next on my 'while I sit here' agenda. The albums Jane and I purchased in a shop in Harare, Zimbabwe will be really cool when filled with animals from a-z that we saw. I have a brown acid-free marker to write messages to the three grandchildren. My goal - Valentine's day gifts.
Goal number two: independence behind the wheel.