I, Invalid, Part Two: My (Broken) Left Foot

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"Tropical Depression" 
by Patti Liszkay
available it on Amazon:
https://www.amzn.com/1685131832

​I, INVALID, PART TWO: MY (BROKEN) LEFT FOOT

...Continued from yesterday:      
       In truth, I can't that say my diagnosis of a broken foot came as a complete surprise. Based on the pain, I kind of suspected as much myself. Which got me to wondering: if a mere stress fracture hurts this much, how much must a real fracture (aka, the kind of fracture the doctor warned me that my stress fracture would morph into if I didn't stay off it) hurt?
       On the other hand, I must 'fess up that I have a low tolerance for pain. This was first pointed out to me by a French friend - my best friend, in fact - when I was living in Paris 50 years ago and my friend called me "douillette," which means someone who can't stand pain because they're a softie. (Or does what I looked like back then make that too hard to believe?)    

      Anyway, even though the thought that I might indeed have a broken foot had already crossed my mind, as soon as the doctor confirmed it I began blathering about how I was leaving the following Monday on a three-week trip, I was going to Chicago where I was planning to walk all around, then to Los Angeles, then to Oregon where I was planning to hike all around, then back to Los Angeles...the doctor listened then shrugged, though not unsympathetically.
      After I returned home with my broken left foot and my moon boot, ​

​...I spent the rest of the day with my foot elevated while I cancelled plane and hotel reservations. The relief I felt to be out of major pain alleviated the disappointment of cancelling my trip. In fact, I can't say I was yearning to go anywhere on my  broken, moon-booted foot.
        I did for a time think that once my knee-scooter arrived, I'd be knee-scooting not only around the house, but soon going on scooting outings and errands, as I've occasionally seen other booted scooters doing. 
​          However, when my pretty blue scooter arrived,

...I found that the knee seat hurt my left knee, the scooting hurt my right knee and foot, and gripping the handlebars was hard on my hands. I had Tom disassemble the scooter and return it to Amazon, from whence it came. Alas, no boot-scooting for me.
      Rather I spend most of the day sitting, making brief forays into the kitchen to get some food. I fix my breakfast and lunch. Tom fixes dinner. He also washes the dishes, does the laundry, sweeps the floor, cleans the bathrooms, and does the grocery shopping. My daughter Theresa does the vacuuming. This past Saturday she and her friend Mayren arrived with groceries and then spent the day washing the floors, cleaning the kitchen, stripping and re-making the beds, putting away laundry, and doing various and sundry other household chores. Friends and relatives have stopped by to visit and bring food. So I've been more than provided for.
        As for me, I mostly sit, or lie, around the house, writing,

...reading,

...playing my ukulele,

...and occasionally watching a movie. So far I've watched "Terminator," "Terminator 2," and "Terminator 3,"

...though as everybody who's ventured into the "Terminator" franchise knows - and now I know - I should have stopped after "Terminator 2."