The female DG is almost at the five month milestone post Achilles tendon surgery and walked five miles easily, to downtown Menlo and back. The real miracle is how she got that in today what with a zillion other activities and holiday preparation. Tonight she’ll undue any good she did. Heading to Madera for festive dinner with friends.
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This was true: by about 3:00 pm today the female DG had had it. It’s not that she was in pain. Everything just felt achy and heavy, and she was starting to wonder if she really would be able to take a step when she stood up. (She could.) By the time she got home a couple of hours later, the idea of the “clunker” (hideously ugly walking boot) sounded good. But in some kind of ironical delight, when she put it on, it really didn’t make things better – although getting up and down the two steps to the patio was probably done with more confidence. What she really needs is to get this leg up…soon!
It’s been hot in the Bay Area and the female DG rose (later than usual) this Saturday morning, as John Madden says, “off her access.” The Dual Gs (gimpy and grumpy) have been doing some kind of Saturday morning outing in the weeks following the female DG’s Achilles tendon surgery. But this morning, Senator Kennedy’s memorial service beckoned. And the male DG seemed called to do a new egg recipe – maybe after recalling his famous eggs in yesterday’s blog post.
Then it was almost noon. The male DG was baking communion bread for tomorrow’s Eucharist at Trinity (faithfully following Beth Foote’s recipe) while the female DG realized she was walking around the house without crutches. Only yesterday, as she hobbled on crutches to an afternoon tea, she couldn’t imagine how she was going to do what Dr. Oloff had instructed: “Time to shed the crutches.” But that she did today, and after 12 hours moving about on her own (still gimpy) power, her tendon was only slightly barking.
The DGs were both “good enough to go” to limp their way to dinner – on a still hot night – at Joya in Palo Alto. Note to foodies: the male DG pronounced the red and yellow heirloom tomato gazpacho “they best I’ve ever tasated.”