Casts and crutches and other things
Gawd, I can't wait to get this cast off. I hopefully will get fitted for a boot today. But before I put that sucker on, I'm shaving that leg! It's so hot at night and the webril dressing creeps all over the place (wiggling toes may play a part.) I'm so tired of the less-than-graceful ways in which I have to take a bath. I have to kneel with my right leg propped up on the side and wash my hair in thte faucet. To shave a leg, I have to lie down spraddle legged in a not too lady like pose. Plus, the cast slides around the outside of the tub like a hockey puck. Getting out is always good for a laugh too. The cast serves as a deadly weapon for all things in its path. I've pried the veneer off the bottom molding of my kitchen cabinets, smashed Annika's toes, and knocked over every floor lamp in the house.
On another note, Annika is still the word police in the house. Having read my latest book, Hearing is Believing, she points out our every goof. Yesterday, my husband was breaking at least two rules from every chapter. Annika patted him on the arm and, with a knowing, but condescending look, assured him, "I'll teach you how to talk, Pappa." Hmm. Waan't too long ago that the tables were turned. Actually, I'm grateful for her reminders. It's making me better at it! Personally, I think at least one kid in the family ought to read the book and be appointed word police.
Love to you all!