Life in the Slow Lane

I lived to be 89 before I received a broken bone. I have a great grandson who is 27 and has had a few of them already, but I never skateboarded or some of the other antics he has tried. I think people with broken bones may have more fun. It just isn't fair. I was operating a vacuum cleaner when I felt a dizzy spell coming on and hit the floor before I could sit down. There was no fun about it. The ankle broke and I was on the floor with no phone. I made like a snail and very slowly made my way to a phone. I called my son because I was sure I would be fine if I could just get into a chair. He called 911 and those paramedics picked me up like I was a feather. Well, they probably wouldn't agree with that. We went to the hospital and it took 4 hours to run all the test and so on. 

Now I'm living with a huge boot on my foot. This happened on Saturday and Thursday I will see a specialist in the broken bone field. I guess the reason for the delay is because the swelling needs to go down before they do a cast or whatever they do. 
Now I sit here and try to remember what all I need to do in the kitchen because I only want to make one trip. 
The Ground Hog saw his shadow so that means 6 more weeks of Winter. The ground hog is not very reliable. It has been beautiful here with tempts in the 60's and no snow.
Not much news from someone that sits in a chair all day and most of the night. I guess that's why I'm messing with this blog. It's something to do.