Why hello, have you heard enough about my bunion surgery yet? I myself have heard enough about my bunion surgery for a lifetime, and yet, because my everyday life has been greatly curtailed in an effort to get to walk around and experience more things to be grateful for, it’s sort of front and center, whether I’ve had enough of it or not.
Anyway, yesterday was one week since that bump wound up in some Hazardous Waste bin. As you saw, from my five star, traveling-the-festivals, bound-to-get-me-to-the-Oscar-red-carpet movie, it appears, though swollen and discolored that my bunion really no longer exists. It’s kind of a dream come true for me, if it weren’t for this very limited activity diet, and this boot that weighs like, as much as a small farm. I did actually go out to lunch yesterday, which was kind of awesome, but getting around with the boot and crutches is very tiring. Nonetheless, I got to enjoy some of the perfect weather that September is dishing out, along with my sister and brother-in-law, and had an absolutely heavenly eggplant sandwich at KooKoo Cafe, which if you have not been to, you should get out of bed and go to right this minute. It’s adorable and funky and has really fabulous food, not to mention coffee. My sister, the freaking Jaun Valdez of coffee drinkers, gives it high marks, so there you have it. Plus Ali and Eli, the husband and wife who own it are some of the best people I know.
Yesterday was a movie-a-thon, which is par for the course when my sister and I are together. We watched a really good documentary on Burning Man, which made me want to go to Black Rock and see it for myself. We also watched another fun one on Bruce Springsteen, where fans tell stories about what Bruce means to them, and about different stuff that has happened at shows with the footage of the moment the people are talking about, plus some other priceless clips of old Bruce. Because I too am a pretty major Bruce fan, this was a great ticket. But it was slightly worrisome, in that I really wanted to dance but only having one foot available, I couldn’t, so I did some sad couch version with one leg and two arms flailing, while considering the terror of life without being able to have two feet. But I digress. Lastly, we watched Godzilla, which was really stupid, but for some reason, we couldn’t stop watching. We actually went to bed at 12:30 because Godzilla and Mothra were taking over San Francicso and we didn’t feel like we could leave it in such shambles just because we were tired.
I am going to actually do some work today, which will be a refreshing. I have not taken drugs in two days. I painted the toenails of my now bunion-less foot, which makes it look a little bit normal-ish, but of course, the attractive boot sandal takes away any fashion moment my Wicked by Essie nail polish might be providing. There you have it, people, day 7 post op. Grateful we’re progressing in the right direction. Keep your cards, cookies, flowers and gifts coming!