Mom broke her foot in three places a while back. She's been in a cast for over a month, and is not to put any weight on the limb at all. This has left her confined to one level of her home, one small room and the bathroom. To say that she is bored out of her mind would be like saying the moon is a little distance away.
I think, if it were winter, it wouldn't be quite so bad, since she would be trapped indoors anyway. In summer, with her flower beds going wild and things to be done, it has to be maddening. When Sandra and I have gone out, she has seemed okay, but being stuck like that is worse than any kind of prison sentence. A person can appeal a court decision. There is no recourse against an x-ray.
On the positive side of things, though, she won't need to have surgery done. There were some fears that she would need to have a pin put into her ankle. Fortunately, the x-rays taken last week show the bones mending properly. They put a new, smaller cast on her leg and told her to stay off of it for another month. If all goes well, they will then put her into a walking cast, and she won't have to worry about anything breaking if she bumps that foot.
Still, I am a little concerned about the stress of the whole thing. People just aren't built to be in tiny spaces for so long. Why else would it be the standard punishment for criminals? It cannot be good for her mental health.
Mom will be coming to visit here next week. Sandra and I will go out with the car and pick her up. It's my birthday, and I want her to come and spend some time with us. If the weather is good, we will be having a barbecue and cake outdoors, or sandwiches and treats in the apartment if it rains.
The leg will heal. I just hate the time that it is taking away from Mom.
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