Saint Amy

For the last year, I have been living with a rock in my foot, well, a fatty tumor to be exact.  So we decided that it was finally time for that little pain to come out as it has gotten to the point where I can't walk barefoot.  That is not so fun with summer coming up.  So on Friday, March 13 I went in for the out-patient surgery.  I am on crutches with no weight on the foot for 3 weeks (in bed for the first week), and no physical activity for 6 weeks.  It makes having two young boys to care for just a bit challenging.  Oh, and did I mention that this is the busiest time of year for Paul.  Here I am right after being released...still a little happy from the good drugs.

This was my view for the first week.

Oh how I despise these.  I planned on not having use of my foot, but didn't think that I can't use my arms either since I need them for the crutches.

In step Saint Amy.  My best friend from Texas that used her spring break (she is a professor at UT in the nursing department) to come care for me and my boys.  She washed dishes, did laundry, washed and dressed the boys, swept, made beds and played nurse maid to me.  She was pretty much an indentured servant for 5 days, and she said she had fun.   We paid her with white wine and sushi.  Yes, I know Jake is standing on the counter.

Thank you Amy for your years of friendship and memories.  Despite the miles, you are always there when I need you.  My boys miss Aunt Amy (as Adam will tell you her name isn't just Amy) and ask for you daily, and Paul and I will forever be grateful.  I look forward to returning the favor someday.  Oh, and thank you, too, Craig, for lending your amazing wife to us for a few days.