Slow recovery includes the use of crutches and walkers. Broken bone still healing slowly. Able to do more walking with crutches outside if I'm careful.
I'm able to take showers so I don't stink. I finally was able to remove the pillow from the middle of my bed so it doesn't look like it's pregnant.
My weight is down to 158, losing the hard way. My right leg is larger than my left one, which makes it look strange in my slacks. My new shoes for my left leg are now 1-1/2 inches longer than before and my height has now returned to my younger height of 5 feet 7 inches.
What would I do without Butrflynet's care, food and love? Dolly and Madison loving doggies help me pass the time. They just left to drive to the dog park to play and poop (no pooping for Butrflynet except for her scooping up the doggie poops.)
I'm impatient in my recovering being so slow. Part of my nature. But the doggies and Butrflynet forgives me. I guess it's my old age, which is getting older July 13th. Why should I complain that I'm still alive?