Remember this old thing? Well calling it old wouldn’t really be true, considering it is brand new………..
Let me TRY to explain…
Do you remember, back in September of last year, I had a plate and screws put in my right foot? I was in a cam boot for a long time afterwards, and have only been walking in very hard soled shoes for the last few months. A couple of weeks ago, while I was at my oldest daughter’s house watching the grandbabies, I took off my shoes while playing with the boys in their room. Here’s where it gets confusing…..
I’m not sure exactly what I did or how exactly I did it. I was holding Joey, and attempted to squat down on the floor with him. I subsequently lost my balance, and in an effort to not drop him I did something very painful to my foot. I don’t know what I did exactly, I just knew that it hurt like hell and I couldn’t stand on it let alone walk.
A trip to the immediate care and subsequent trip to the surgeon’s office revealed that I broke the lag screw from my surgery, and another bone in my foot.
I have no words. Seriously who does this? I have spent the last few weeks feeling embarrassed and in shock.
I am back in a boot for the next 3-5 weeks, and then the plan is to try to ease back into hard shoes. If the pain is too great or the bone hasn’t healed around the broken screw, I will have to have another surgery. 😦
So there is the Busted (broken part)…what do I mean about Italy?
Earlier this year, Einstein’s dad gave us several buddy passes for his employers airline. If you aren’t familiar with buddy passes, in short you are able to fly standby on the airline for next to nothing. (taxes) Anywhere.
I have a good friend who was born and raised in Italy, but has lived in the states for many years. Her family still owns a home in the city she grew up in…..AND….they are going to be there for the month of May……………hmmmmmm
I have been to Italy 2x in the past, but it has been almost 20 years, and I was there as a tourist. I have always wanted to experience activities of daily living in Italy, but never had the time, or the money. I have the time, and the flight cost me $50.00 roundtrip, so I booked the tickets.
I am not nearly as prepared as I would like to have been, ( I speak very little Italian and I have a broken foot.) but I think I would regret not seizing the opportunity. Who knows, the afternoon siesta’s may be just what I need.
I am supposed to fly out on Monday. Wish me luck?