Thursday, I went out for lunch with a friend sans Nurse Shrek. Then Thursday night, I went out for a late dinner and to hear a few friends play.
Friday, I cleaned off the dinning room table, vacuumed the house by pushing the vacuum in front of the knee scooter, did laundry by butt scooting myself down the stairs to the machines and pulled a large poop covered sandal strap out of Dumb Ass Joseph's ass.
Picture me, green cast sticking off the back of the knee scooter, wobbly left leg pushing, trying to hold myself steady as I try to grab hold of the wriggling 60pound dork that is Joe Boxer and grab whatever stringy mess hanging out his ass. Joe Boxer, who is by the way terrified of the scooter, was not cooperating in the least with my attempt to remove the protruding thing and proceeded to give a vigorous shake, flapping the poop covered strap about him. And me.
It took some maneuvering, and a hell of a lot of cussing, to get everything out and cleaned up. At which point I quit the day, took a long bath, plopped myself back in my invalid position on the couch. As much as I have been chomping at the bit to do something, anything but sit on the couch, I'm content to just sit with my broken ankle up for the foreseeable future. Why? Well, there's one strap left and I want no part in its removal.
Below are some more Broken Ankle pictures. Warning: some are gross. Not as gross as a poop covered strap flapping about Dumb Asses' butt, but pretty gross none the less.