Monday, February 26, 2018

Physical therapy went great again and I’m ready for the changes coming at Thursday’s appointment—mostly to get rid of this big heavy boot.  The nights will be so much nicer not having to sleep with such bulk, and getting around in general will be so pleasant. 

Glade is slowly recovering and after my appointment we stopped to pick up a couple of storage bins for the back of the car and more Lysol, etc.  When we ship the car, we are allowed 100 pounds of cargo and we needed something to put that 100 pounds into.  We did some packing and planning and way too much moving around for me, and my ankle is hurting tonight—not where the break is but where the boot rubbed and bruised it.  It’s getting harder to remember not to walk on it so much. 

We missed the last big party tonight with all the missionaries in our ward and we were so sad about that.  But one nice couple next door brought us plates from the meal afterward and another couple stopped by with our little gifts.  They are such dear friends. 

We learned today that one of the sister missionaries broke her arm today playing pickleball!  It was a bad break and she has to have surgery in the morning.  It is so sad and must be so painful.  Her service just ended a week early.  I can’t believe how many broken bones have occurred here and how many have happened outside of this service.  Everyone who sees me on crutches has a story to tell about their own broken bones.  It’s almost epidemic! 

Time for sleep.  I woke just before 3:00 a.m. last night and didn’t sleep a wink after that, so I’m ready for some good solid shut-eye tonight.

Love you all!  A week from tonight—if all goes well—we will be sleeping in Utah!  See you soon.  😊