If you're a loyal reader, you haven't missed anything. If you're a new reader, I just had major foot surgery on Monday and I am not allowed to put weight on said foot for four weeks. I'm trying to make my summer as a couch potato a little more entertaining for myself by pretending I am on Survivor. I am calling this version, "Home Edition."
I have a fun scooter that I ride to get to places, but I also haven't seen the upstairs of my house since Day One. My creatures keep me company and we bond over our mutual love for laying around. Well, their love for laying around. I have no choice.
Day Two into Three was the worse as the nerve block started to wear off and I got the full force of the pain. I had a bone removed from the inside of my right foot and a tendon repaired on the outside of my right foot. The stitches itch like no other. I am able to spend a lot of my time napping though, since I am permanently glued to my bed and I don't have much else to do.
My sister visited on Day Three with her newborn son. For a time, he was a part if my island. I fear he was just as bored as he slept as well.
Today, my mom's fiancé joined us for dinner and we had this conversation:
Me: "Patrick, I'm going to evict you from my tribe."
Patrick: "Tribe? I'm my own tribe. You can't evict me."
Me: "Fine. Then I'm evicting you from my island."
Patrick: "This is my own tribe and my own island (talking about the chair he is on). North America is mine too. Everyone else is just visiting."
We had a good laugh over that. Tomorrow, I am leaving my island for my first challenge. I have to go back to the doctor for a check-up and this will be the first time I've been in public since the surgery.
I'll update on how that goes.