I'm in a Cast Now

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Yesterday I had my appointment with the orthopedist. He was very nice and explained my break to me, and told me in his professional opinion surgery isn't needed, but offered to refer me to a surgeon for a consultation if I wanted one. I passed on the offer. I trust that six weeks in a cast will have me healed properly. I got my cast, but my foot was still very swollen so he cut one side to allow room for swelling, then wrapped the cast with some ace bandage. I go back next week to have this cast cut off and another one put on, which won't have the cut in it. I dread going to the appointment already simply because I don't want to tackle the stairs to my apartment again. Scooting myself down was easy, all things considering. But getting back up? That was traumatic. I wouldn't have been able to do it if my boyfriend hadn't been there to help lift me up on each step. I know that was not easy for him to do. I'm not a dainty girl. On top of all that, I somehow managed to sprain or jam the thumb on my left hand. This happened while I was trying to maneuver myself into the car after my appointment. I flopped down on my thumb and heard it crack. I don't think it's broken, as I can still move it, but it is pretty swollen and sore. Of course I would do that! I suppose I take being a klutz to a whole new level. So here I lay in bed, with a broken ankle and injured thumb, for the next six weeks. At least Lister can lay on my legs now that I have a cast on it. And he's determined to make up for all the lost time! I have lot's of books to read to keep me occupied, and I am hoping to get some work done on my own novels while I am bed bound. My boyfriend, sister, and parents have been spoiling me! I guess that's the bright side of breaking my ankle. I miss being able to do things for myself, though. I hope all of you are doing well. I'll try to catch up with everyone over the next day.