Thanks, Lou. Monday I go to the ankle doc and he said he may take the cast off so I can get my leg wet. I still won't be able to put weight on it for two more weeks, and when I'm out and around, I'll have one of those blue/black boots with the velcro closures. I don't regret this happening at all. It's been an enlightening experience, people have been soooo nice to me, helping with the wheelchair and all-- all in all, it's been a very positive chapter in my life. It has forced me to look more to myself and less to bf. (The coincidence of his mom's illness has helped, too.)
Well, today I felt able enough to go out and buy a car! Drove it home and everything. How's that for independence???
I called bf a couple of times, just checking in, and each time he was pretty short with me. An advantage that I have in fading out of this R is that I don't really have all that many happy memories. I have a few, but they're separate and encased in lucite. They don't connect and form a structure. Each one is nice, but they don't add up to much. It's a case of the whole being less than the sum of its parts.
