Saturday update: I did not go back to the scene of the incident, but nor did I stay home. My husband dragged me out (not literally, I did hop down the stairs under my own power) to a different beach, one that has a handicapped-friendly boardwalk studded with picnic pavilions. I was in a very, very, VERY bad mood (um, could you TELL?) but I had a good chat with my mom about how annoying it all is, and she assured me that I do have a right to be frustrated and angry. Then I ate fried chicken and drank a couple of glasses of chardonnay and watched the sun set over the Gulf, and I felt better.
Sunday update: I actually went on a date, with my husband. Highly unusual.
Monday update: I went back to the podiatrist, who inspected my foot and today's set of x-rays and declared that he couldn't tell what was going on with my bones. He ordered an MRI for me, which I'll have done Wednesday evening, and then I'll go back to see him next Monday and he'll tell me if I'm allowed to walk. Or not. So this might be my last week on crutches. Or it might not! Who knows?
My son came home from school and loudly gave us New Year's greetings in Chinese. I don't think he's got the intonations down, but I'm still impressed that he memorized the phrase gung hey fat choy.
Speaking of fat choy, my pants are starting to get tight. Ugh. While I am glad that my injury didn't occur during a period of glorious weather, it was bad timing to get hurt right after the holidays. I was already carrying a few extra holiday pounds, and now I've gained more weight from all the sitting around. I'm estimating that I'll have ten pounds to lose by the time I regain bipedalism. I recognize that I could change my diet a bit now, have less of the fried and more of the green and way, way less of the alcoholic, but I'm loath to remove even a single scrap of pleasure from my life right now. I've lost weight before, I'll do it again.
I still have a bit of a cold, and an exterminator just came around and sprayed who-knows-what all over my home, and he claims it's water-based and non-toxic, but if it's all that non-toxic how is it going to ward off bugs? So now I'm even leery of breathing.
Happy year of the ox.