Saw the ortho doc this morning. He wants more exercise, less lateral movement. Wants me to be braced, not just bandaged.
I hate my goddamned fucking braces, but I understand why sleeping on my left side hurts and not my right.
I wish I could see inside my ankle, but damn, I'm glad I can't.
Whee, I love wedding spoilers! Beeyoutiful bouquet!
Uh-oh, Lee.
Sorry, ita. Healing isn't easy.
Yay, the Ginger goal has been reached!
WOOOO
ita, ankle ~ma. You don't need one more damned thing going wrong.
I was kinda happy when I broke my travel mug today. It was so small and cheap!
I forgot my Mac has to go in for fixing too.
Yay!! What a wonderful community we are.
Yay Ginger fund!
And I hope it makes a real difference for Ginger.
FUCK YEAH!
DITTO!
Uh-oh, Lee.
I thought it was really funny, and the dogs had a great time. Mr. Neighbor was not amused though. He's never had a dog before, and everything needs to be by the book. Literally--he has a three ring binder of instructions.
Coming home to find his dog in the neighbor's yard isn't in it.
I can't come up with the words to show how grateful I am. While the money is certainly a big help, the love and support is worth much more.