Today marks six weeks since my surgery. That's 42 days in which I've been largely in my house (except for three doctor appointments and one trip to Michigan for a birthday party). And listen, in this time, I could have gathered up two of every animal in creation, loaded them into my ark, endured a lengthy flood, helped them all disembark, and still had time to go out for lunch and a mani/pedi. These weeks have been LONG.
Technically, today marks the end of the non-weight-bearing portion of the program, but I don't have another appointment until next week, when presumably I will find out exactly how she wants me to do this. Stay tuned for that. I'm sure it will be thrilling, just like watching a baby take his first steps. But probably with a lot more tears and stressed vocalizations.
In the meantime, please enjoy these pictures. We've got a very important message from Liam about the best buildings on campus, Henry fresh from a junior high dance, and since I haven't taken any recent pictures of Max, here he is with puppy Pluto in honor of Pluto's sixth birthday, which we celebrated Tuesday.
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