New Series

To amuse myself (and avoid the heavier work that is waiting for me) I have begun taking a daily photo of my cats interacting with my foot. I have entitles the series 'My Left Foot with Cat'. Paes will be making the majority of appearances as he tends to consider my lap his rightful nap spot.

I thought about Photoshopping my foot into some of my existing photos, but if I'm going to do that much work I might as well be focused on the projects I should be doing.

So here are the first five days

Dream a Little Dream

Strange dreams last night. I only remember bits and pieces. There was a portion involving a large group of children and another involving politicians, but the part that stuck with me involved my foot.

I was walking in the neighborhood in my bondage boot and suddenly realized not only was I walking more than half a block and wasn't using my crutches. For some reason I had left them resting against a fence a few blocks away. When I walked back to them I found that someone had stolen the pair of crutches and left two mis-matched crutches that weren't even the same type or height. I was outraged some one would steal my crutches, then I woke up. Not sure what my subconscious was trying to work out, but it was definitely busy.

I have not been outside for another walk since last week. The weather has been cold and I have started to focus on the projects I had set aside for this time of recovery. It has been getting easier to get around the apartment and I have even managed to take my trash bags to the garbage shoot (albeit one at a time). My foot still feels numb and cold. I have been keeping the boot sock on almost all the time, including in bed in fear of the ace bandage un-rolling in my sleep. Even under the sock the bandage has been bunching and my foot has been feeling itchy. Here's hoping the stitches can be removed when I see Marco next week and I can start wearing a smaller bandage.

In the meantime, I am starting to think of dream photo locations once my foot is declared ready to return to work. Paris and Srinagar always top my revisit to lists, but Venice and the Scottish highlands also call. Much as I liked the Galapagos, I figure my first trip back should not involve that much water or A'a' lava. Maybe somewhere well off the beaten path (harder and harder to find these days). I have always wanted to visit Tristan da Cunha.

That said I'm in the midst of reading a biography of Gertrude Bell and have often wondered about putting together an assignment to follow in the footsteps of the early women explorers like Bell or Isabella Bird. For now, still in my boot with limits on my walking I have a bit if time to plan my trip.

Rain, rain go away & my surgeon shows off his photography

No outside walk today. Another storm blew in with lots of rain. I want exercise, not the flu. I did walk to my mail box where I found an envelope from my surgeon containing these images of my surgery. As a photographer I find them rather interesting, as the patient they're a little creepy. There are sixteen images in total. I can't begin to explain what they show, though I think my knee could be cast in it's own series on the SyFy network. (I think the bottom right one looks like an eye.)

I did manage 10 leg lifts today - far from David's 200, but I don't think Dr. Williams is the sadist David's surgeon was. Long story short, I didn't get my pain pill this morning and chose not to take the "as needed" pills. I had some twinges, but even that pain is better and I fell much more clear headed. I am officially getting better and if the weather ever clears up I can work on my outdoor walking.