Michael: “You’ve got to write a blog post, with pictures. Make sure Linda brings your camera when she picks you up”.

Dan: “God’s punishment for not being with you in Indiana”.

Beware of black ice on the driveway when you fetch the morning paper—or better yet, train your dog to get it.

I did neither…these pics illustrate the consequences.

(How exactly did this happen? Random interplay of gravity and physics).

In post-op bed at Emerson, having nice lunch before going home.

Ensconced comfortably in bed with Paxie watching over me.

Cast resting and movable wireless office established, thanks to nurse and case manager Linda.

Hardware sure to set off all airport metal detectors. Someone said I’ll need to carry a special medical card to get through.

Day 5: Re-gaining some freedom with my own “scooter libby”.

Big hugs and thank-yous to:

Mark and Adam: That Hendricks Gin Mark brought over is awesome!

Marjie and Freddy: The sunflowers and assorted nuts and chocolates basket was soooo nice.

Jim and Jim: Your get-well cookies arrived – had a couple with morning coffee.

Greg: Your visit and watching another episode of West Wing together was heartwarming.

Kathryn and Ro: For the idea and motivation to find me a leg scooter.

Lil, Cris, Val, Jack, Ilia, Anita, LaRad, Marjie, Becca, Greg, Jim, Polly, Drew, Kathryn, Susan, JimD, JimE, Betsy, Deb, Ruth, Bonnie (who did I forget?): For your calls / email / cards / visits.

Emerson Hospital ER staff (Julie, Nancy, Maureen, Paul): For your TLC, and Dr. Sackwell, for the deft reduction that put my foot back in proper alignment and took away the worst of the pain.

Emerson Hospital pre and post op staff (Judy, Michelle, Glasford, Jo, Sandy, Ariani, Mwaniki, Kathy): For your bedside manner, attentiveness, and for patiently answering all my questions.

Dr. Beyloume: For whisking me off to another planet before surgery.

Dr. Driscoll: For the great ORIF (open reduction & internal fixation) and temporary syndesmostic screw.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

Ginger: A twist on your favorite movie. Linda’s got “The English Patient” (her dad) downstairs. I’m the “Mexican Patient”, upstairs.

Sounds from shower after 4 days in bed (with cast in garbage bag): “oooohhhhh….aaaahhhhhh…oooooohhhhh…”

New-found mobility: Anybody need anything at Costco?

We’re off to catch our plane home so no time for an update other than an out of focus shot – again, near Latham,

and this self-explanatory one.