Hahaha, I feel clever titling this post “The Last Leg,” but oh well, no one likes someone who laughs at her own silly jokes. What’s a gal to do….
But I am now in the last part of my journey of non-weight-bearing stress. In ten days, I will (hopefully) be cleared to begin walking again, albeit in my boot brace. It seems as though the days are dragging, steadily but painfully slowly. Now it’s time to keep myself busy so that I don’t think too much about it. Sleep has flown again, and it’s difficult to be comfortable whilst tired, but what can one do.
I have noticed, however, that I am getting stronger. I can do more by myself and alone even while on crutches. For example, I made pasta today. Most simple of things, but I feel good that I did it. And yesterday I straightened the couch cover. Cheers, yes? These seemingly easy tasks give me the willpower to keep pushing on till the 25th.
I guess that means I have to start thinking about physical therapy soon, then. I hope they only recommend once per week, as that’s all I can do currently. Since I work an hour away, any therapy days will mean taking the entire day off, and I think that I can swing once per week, maybe twice if my boss is awesome, but she has limits, too. As does my vacation time, now that I think about it….
But oh well.
It will all work out.
In other news, well…not much. Today is Father’s Day, and my father and grandfather are both in the same place today as it’s Grandpa’s 80th birthday and my Western family has driven up to be with him. I shall call and express my love when it gets late enough here (time differences–don’t forget about them as they are vital to the attitudes of those whom you love).
AND I have just completed the first draft of a children’s book, the first in a series. A and I know that we are good writers, better than most out there that publish brightly colored pictures books and sell them at Barnes and Noble. Any thoughts for a good literary agent?
Blessings to you and yours.