Rather than lamenting my lack of creativity, though, I've been embracing the opportunity to spend time with these wonderful friends who have taken me into their home and attended to my every need.
I find I laugh a lot more when around people and that aids in my recovery.
However, I did have a bit of a setback late last week when I visited the doctor for the first time since being discharged from the hospital. Originally I had been told I'd be off my leg for four to six weeks, so imagine my dismay when they told me it would be another TEN weeks before I could put any weight on my leg. What the.....? I'll never get home again at this rate!
But then, once I took a look at the x-rays, I began to understand. I had imagined a neat little plate with some delicate screws holding my fibula together. I had no idea it would actually look like this:
Yeah, there's the plate with the six delicate little screws, but what's with those great big long screws? Who knew I was going to become the bionic woman? Now... if only all that hardware actually made me able to leap tall buildings at a single bound...