It has been 4 and a half weeks since I have been under what I like to refer to as being under "house arrest". Since we cancelled our most stupendous and epic adventure to be at home at the SSUVFL, I have been home bound, much like when COVID hit, but this time due to my ankle issues. Those being my Achilles tear, fracture and bone spur.
4 and a half weeks of being off of my feet as much as possible. Wearing that aircast every waking hour. Using that knee scooter to go anywhere. Do you know what happens when you sit on your butt for 4 and a half weeks? You gain weight. I gained so much more weight. So much more than at that gluttony convention at the J Bar B Dude ranch in September.
My day starts with me putting my "Boot" on. That's what I call the cast. Then jump on my scooter to go to the living room where Lisa has my coffee ready. I elevate my foot, drink coffee and get smarter by reading the Facebook. Once done, I get on the scooter to go to the table where Lisa has my breakfast ready and another cup of coffee.
Once that is done I thank her and then drive my scooter to the spare bedroom where my Xboxes are set up. Then I game for hours and hours. Stopping for lunch and dinner. After dinner it is a movie, shower and then back to bed. I made the comment to her that that was pretty much the routine that her 100 year old grandfather did. Only he listened to books on tape because he was practically blind.
I think to myself that this is what old age is going to be like. Maybe I can talk Lisa into taking me to Moab and then put me in a Jeep and then Thelma and Louise me when the time comes.
So I sit in my room day after day. Some days surviving on nothing but leftovers and my salty tears while Lisa drives to Fargo to help with the grandkids. Then out of the blue I will get a spark of happiness from our friends in South Dakota.
