I was standing around in the garage when I snapped, pulled my
"pedal-powered wheelchair" out of its corner, and mounted up barefoot,
intending to ride to the end of the driveway and back.

Whereupon the basket on the back caught on the lawnmower and I
wrenched myself a bit not falling over, so I guess the doctor has a
point.

I've healed enough to do one partial crunch, and this wasn't any more
strenuous than that -- there was no fresh blood on my dressing that
night. There *was* a rather alarming clot where the silvadene had
soaked a scab loose.

So I stopped typing and did it again. (Giving the lawnmower a wide
berth this time.) If I were going farther than the end of the
driveway, I'd want shoes on. When I announced my intention, my
husband said "Bring in the mail while you're at it.", so I actually
got to go someplace. (One ad and a sheet of coupons from Martin's,
one for the flatbuns we have not been getting for umpty orders in a
row; I hope that that mean they have gotten in a shipment.)

I was tempted to take a second lap, but cold air was pouring out of
the garage and I seriously wanted to shut the big door.

--
Joy Beeson
joy beeson at comcast dot net
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