Updates Both Physical and Domestic

Back to the Dr. Knee today to remove cast #3 and wrap me in cast #4.

The main reason for today's visit was to check the progress, or rather the hope-fored lack of progress, of the infection she diagnosed last week. Sure enough the infection was in check, but the incision points were still pretty far apart. She is of the mind that they will close fast upon my getting permanently out of a cast. I certainly hope so or they'll be no open toed sandals for me this summer season. Come to think of it, I doubt there would be open toed sandals for me ever, so it really doesn't matter.

No x-ray today, I've had my maximum exposure to radiation for the month. It's an old joke, but how come the x-ray tech takes great pains to get behind the three foot thick wall before shooting the picture (like he's the great and powerful Oz), but gives you that little bit of lead lined cover up that only covers up the part of you that you most want covered up from radiation? X-Ray techs have no sense of humor though, they are the Captain Bringdowns of the medical profession. Either they act like you're not even there or they express frustration when your foot isn't EXACTLY on the right spot (like I have great control over a body part recently operated on). Said expression of frustration usually takes the form of a hissy fit while stomping around the great giant machine only they have been granted the secrets with which to operate.

X-Ray Tech humor

Anyway, I didn't have to see them today.

Before cast #4 was wrapped around me, I took the opportunity to stand with both feet on the ground. First I wanted to show Dr. Knee that I had been doing my exercises (I'm an approval whore, what can I say) and second I wanted to see how flat I could get my foot. As it turns out, pretty darn flat. Were it not for the extreme puffiness, the gross open wounds, and the scars from the other incisions you might think it was looking pretty normal. Well, next to normal.

So cast #4 went on and out the door we went, a new record for shortest time spent in Dr.Knee's office. I'm being promised this is the last cast. Hopefully next week I'll lose twenty pounds of fiberglass from my diet.

On the apartment flooding front, things are almost back to normal. The fans are gone, the carpet is dry, the padding has been replaced, one of the walls is patched, and the furniture is approximately where it belongs. Betsey was out of the house when the maintenance guy came in to put the furniture back, leaving me to try and remember where everything went. I only had him move the couch and the etajere a couple of times. I think I got it right the second time. Betsey is at least taking pity on her poor dumb husband and not telling me I got it wrong.

This is an etajere. Just in case you didn't know what I was referring to.

On a final note for today, I'd like to take a moment to thank our friends Tina and Mike who willingly put up with us for two dinners in a row, going out with us to a restaurant on Sunday and hosting us on Monday. I hope the scooter didn't get your carpet dirty. You guys are getting the Jacuzzi in heaven. Or your choice of other lovely parting gifts.