I'm using my slick little rolling walker to get to the kitchen today. I can balance my food on the seat as I hobble back and forth to my room.
My usual breakfast is cereal followed by eggs. I use the same bowl (after washing of course) and today I burnt the butter before I dropped the eggs into the frying pan.
I'm grateful to be able to move, so no complaints. I'm going to call my ankle doctor soon and see if I can get in before my next Wednesday appointment. Maybe, but I don't even know what they can do.
At least I can still feed myself. It's a small victory.
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