|Ankle, Gilmore Girls and wicked Tommy
||[Feb. 16th, 2017|06:56 pm]
Five months after I broke the ankle, I continue to go to physiotherapy three times a week. The progress sometimes seems very slow, but I am getting there. Today, the physiotherapist reminded me of how swollen the foot was when it first came out of "the boot." Now I can see veins and when I get massaged, the physio can feel bones! The foot is no longer a big fleshy brick.|
One of my more comical exercises is rubbing different substances on my foot to help wake up the nerve endings. So far I've tried: a feather, a sponge, a cat (several times) a spoon, sand paper, tv remote. Chances are, if you visit my house and pick up an object, at some point it will have been rubbed on my foot.
While recovering, I've watched a lot of Gilmore Girls. It was a good show for this purpose as I wasn't especially invested in it. (Have been purposefully avoiding any show or movie that will make me sad or angry.) If I had been watching the show when it first aired, I suspect I would have been out of synch with the fandom, as Jason "Digger" is my favourite of the boyfriends and I really hate the grandfather. Love Edward Herrman but the character is a mean, pompous old git.
Gilmore Girls question: should I jump ship at the S4 finale? Are the latter seasons worth watching at all?
On another note, via dawnybee , look at this sexy creature, wicked spark in his eye!
Michael, in my preferred outfit on him: classic white T. He's looking upwards because he's singing "Love in an Elevator" but let's pretend he's ogling Tom in the pic above.