This weekend I walked--still in my Air Cast, both with one crutch, and for a few steps here and there, no crutches at all. It was not painful, more what I would call "uncomfortable." The problem is that it was still too much, as by the evening my toes had swollen so much that my pinky toe was trying to find a way to sneak under its puffy neighbor, much to my annoyance and discomfort. When my foot swells up it looks esssentially "over-full." The arch basically disappears. Of course, it hurt. I was so happy to be walking again, that I really didn't mind paying the price today--but it's clear that I'm not walking sustainably yet--not when I have to spend the night and the next day bandaged, splinted, and as sessile as possible to make up for it. At my follow-up last Wednesday morning, the doctor couldn't see any bone growing yet. ["Here's a prescription for physcial therapy re: correct single crutching to weight bearing; here's one for a bone stimulator, though I think it's too early and not likely to help you. See me in four weeks."] The pain at the actual injury site is substantially lower--the doctor was able to poke all over it as hard as he liked without more than very slight pain. This gives me some hope that the soft-tissue phase of healing has gotten well underway. As I understand it, there's a soft-but-relatively-fixed "substrate" between the broken ends which can now begin to calcify. I still need to take care and remain splinted when I'm walking, etc., because one good fall or twist of the foot could put me back to the beginning.
I cooked Chicken Cordon Bleu last night, loosely following a Weight Watcher's cookbook recipe. [For example, I guessed that plain yogurt will substitute for sour cream in a pinch, among other things. Oh, yeah, and real ham, not turkey. Real cheese, not non-fat. This meal was from WW, but it was not as low points as the book version.]. The plain yogurt substitution reminds me...I still have sew_200e's groceries from last week when she came to rescue me, and we went to get our flu shots and groceries. It's a lucky thing, though, as I had no sour cream, and I had to use a cup of her plain yogurt.
Although the high point of the kitchen tour for "cool-looking built-in gadget" is Pam's mixer-stand cabinet, the high-point for functionality is the convection oven. I had forgotten to get thin chicken cutlets for the Cordon Bleu, so I had to try to manually cut down chicken breasts to something resembling the proper thickness. This resulted in rolls of highly variable size, but they all seemed to come out just right--hot ham, melty cheese, and chicken cooked-through but still moist. Generally the reviews on my cooking are generally along the lines of "that was edible, and I most likely will not die." Tonight, I got enough favorable comments from Pam that I think she may have actually, really, truly liked it...and this in a dish that called for dijon mustard. [Knowing her aversion to all things spicy, I used this most sparingly on the rolls and served her sauce on the side, instead of under the entree as the recipe instructed].
Okay...there are clothes to fold and put away. As I am a devoted student of valiskeogh's lessons on things domestic, I did indeed separate my colors and change my lint trap between colors. My button from nancylebov this year could possibly read "Partially Trainable."