Crutches are not as padded as they appear, the padding they do have makes my hands smell funny no matter how many times I wash them, and I am longing for the day when we can decide where the heck we will try to store them, which will mean I have no more use for them at long last.
In the meantime, I am developing coping mechanisms while simultaneously enriching all our local fast food merchants as we turn to them for nightly sustenance.
And predictably enough, as much as I gritch and complain when dinner prep duties are calling I am now remembering a lesson I've learned at the front and back end of many a move. When I MUST eat fast food day after day, it gets tiresome. Very very tiresome.
And another larger lesson to undergird the whole "wait until I have somebody to hold a ladder no matter how irritated I am by the smoke detector bleeping when the battery needs replacing" has been this one. When I am not one hundred percent? I am not loads of fun for company. I get even more impatient than usual and the teensy areas where I feel I still might exert control enlarge to become my universe, reducing me to a very unbecoming overfocused snappishness if I am not extremely careful. And some times, even when I am trying to be extremely careful.
So OK universe.
I just might even remember to be grateful for the chance to cook my own dinners with the food I choose in my own kitchen again.
At least for a couple of days.
At any rate. Happy 4th of July all. Hope you are healthy, bipedal, happy, and that you are celebrating with the people you love.