This past Tuesday, I drove for the first time since I fell. I hadn’t been so worried about the driving, since the car is an automatic and my right foot is just fine. The concern was more about being OK once I got out of the car. Mister Boyfriend followed me up to school and nothing went awry, unless you count the fact that the car had been sitting in one place so long that the tires were stuck to the pavement. Some judicious gunning of the engine was in order to rock it back and forth enough to loosen things up.

Yesterday, I took myself up the street to have breakfast with Cristina while she was in town. Then, drunk with mobility, I talked her into going to the nursery with me in search of basil and orchids. We found the basil, which is now nicely potted in my window, but no orchids. Then I went to the bakery, and to the small grocery store across from our house. The grocery store was too much, really, even though I only picked up a couple of small sacks of groceries and a jug of distilled water for the carnivores. When I came through the door, Mister Boyfriend looked up and said “You look like you’ve been beat up.” It wasn’t that bad, really, but I asked him to go get the groceries out of the car and proceeded to sit as much as possible the rest of the day.

Also, I wish to report that a week of exercises and massage has loosened up the tendons enough that I can actually flex the foot back towards me a few degrees, a feat that definitely wasn’t possible last Friday.