All those wonderful visitors yesterday. All at once. And all I could do was direct traffic and laugh.
The Physical Therapist showed up late just after Margot and Zoe arrived to pick up the new school things. Grampa Geezer was of great help by removing Zoe downstairs to the Candy Land game. Bill and his other half arrived bearing hugs and oatmeal cookies becoming number six in the bedroom. Yes, I had a cookie.
Yes, they said I looked thinner and really great. That was good for my morale. Laughing was good too.
Shooing everyone out, I concentrated on my exercises. There’s only one I am in deep trouble over…lifting my prone leg off the bed. Up and down….nope. Sideways, yes. So now you know what I am doing this week. Flapping my leg in the wind. The goal is to do this unassisted. The other leg acts like a propeller, so there’s no reason the bad leg can’t learn this stuff too.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: