Life has been a true trial this year. A bad reaction to a prescription set off a chain reaction that has seen me off one, or both feet since the beginning of August. Now that my daughter has moved to Arizona this has been difficult. I use a service to deliver groceries, but getting to my mailbox requires driving my car down there because I cannot walk down the little hill. Taking out my trash means making it to the parking lot, which is difficult, especially when both feet are bad.
One foot has been wrapped and in a boot since September. The other has me in too much pain to walk some days and okay others. I have a world class walker that is the only thing keeping me from being totally helpless this past Fall.
Other worries mount up. My car battery died. It jumped and started, but the radio needed to be reset. I had the factory code, only it didn't work. Trash piles up between doctor visits, which are the only time I've been able to leave the house. House cleaning is a spotty and iffy process done in bits and pieces depending on my feet, the walker and the job. Even changing the sheets is a major problem and I have had to sleep on top of the blankets because I have been sleeping with the boot on so that I can get up and make it to the bathroom twice a night.
Yesterday my foot doctor decided I still need to wear the boot, but the wrapping can come off. I just need two heavy socks now, which means that showering is now greatly simplified. I was able to drive through the Honda dealership and get my car radio working. I took out my trash, got my mail and even was able to get a flu shot and covid booster.
I cannot tell you how relieved I feel being able to do these things. Simple things become major life problems when mobility is limited for so long. Cross your fingers that soon even the boot may come off (in the next two to four weeks.) Another upside? One of my twin kindergarten pen pals wrote back!
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