I'm still wearing the boot, but the doc told me I can walk on it as much as I want to (which isn't going to be a whole lot at first). I walked into Olive Garden with the walker, but by the time I got home, I walked into the house. I'll still use the wheelchair at home when I have the boot off, because he doesn't want me walking on a bare foot.
Then in two weeks, he said I can put a regular shoe on and go to rehab. Shoe shopping-- oh boy! For flats. I'm sure there are some cute ones out there somewhere.
What an adventure. It's nine weeks ago today that I broke it.
Bf is staying at his cabin again tonight-- that's three nights in a row. He hasn't even been to town in the last three days. He loves it out here. I always knew it. It just goes to show that when he found something he wanted to do, mom was not a consideration. Thinking of the times when he couldn't do this or that with me because of mom.
He invited me over for din-din again tonight. Nice. We sat outside. Doggies running off into the darkness barking every 15 seconds or so. LOTS of interesting smells out there, I'm sure.
Then I came home. So simple.
I told my friend at lunch today about me and bf kind of moving apart, and he was sad until I told him how it really needed to happen, etc. Then he said, "So you're on the open market now, huh?" I said, "Well, I guess so, although I'm not really looking for anything in the very near future." He said, "That's okay. I don't know anyone at the moment who would be worthy of you." Nice to hear that sort of thing.
I'm sure there are some cute ones out there somewhere. 