We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
I’m a free woman – the bondage of my cast has
been ripped away and I can see my leg!! It was not a pretty sight, but a good
soak in the bath got rid of the dead skin, dried blood, Betadine, and scabs!!
Sorry about the gory details, but I like to share.
Going, going, gone...
Anyway I am now sporting the world’s largest
and ugliest boot, and it’s grey. Who wears grey footwear???
The good thing about this piece of fashion
disaster is that I can take it off and shower standing up. This is a
breakthrough on my road to normality. No more clunking Lawrence with my cast in
bed. Sleeping with an unfettered leg is a joy.
Where are the Fashion Police when you need them??
I can also hobble around without crutches, but
took them to the pub last night for our celebration dinner. They are good for the sympathy value, and give me a sense of security.
So many people stop me to ask what has happened
to my leg, out of kindness, but always tell me about some distant relative who
broke their ankle, or a personal story of their own broken bones. When comes to
how many pins, screws, plates etc, I trump them every time. “11 screws” I
boast, no contest, I win every time.
The physio starts next week, this is where the
real pain and work begin. Not looking forward to it, but has to be done. I
should be dancing on the tables again in about 4 weeks, but I think my kickboxing days are