As I sit here my D is giving me a pedi. I have an appointment with an ortho this afternoon, and I want my feet all nice in case I get casted. She's so thorough and gentle at the same time.
I pray I don't get a cast, I don't do well with permanent things like that. 10 years ago I broke my arm and I tore off two different casts, both in the middle of the night. I don't like confinement. I'll do better with the boot.

H is insisting I use a walker for a while. I've fallen a lot over the past few months, and he's worried. I get it, I just don't want to give in.