Okay...not a chicken...me! I had foot surgery on Monday, the 7th for hammertoe and bunion. While I didn't feel deformed like a Quasimodo, the hammertoe limited the shoes I could wear and the bunion would only get worse, so I bit the bullet and had it done.
Been sitting around all week with my foot propped up, thankfully using my sister Barbara's iPad for entertainment. Hubby Steve has added chicken duties, cat duties, and feeding me to his To Do List; and he's doing a damn fine job all the way around. Now if I could only get him to wear the French maid's outfit!
I haven't been down to see the girls since Sunday: not willing to risk chicken poo bacteria invading my incisions. But, maybe Steve will drive me down in the "mule" [think golf cart] on Sunday for a quick wave.
It's is really hard to feel so impotent, definitely not feeling very creative to work on a jewelry or art project. However, Stella the cat is loving an all day lap to nap in!!
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