Back from the east coast!

I'm baaaaaaack!

I've only sketchily read LJ. Feel free to point me at anything you'd like me to know, as I mighta missed it.

It was wonderful to have dinner with my parents & her sister & boyfriend. I don't see them often enough. Wish I had a teleporter. When I was in my early to mid twenties, being nearly 3 kilomiles away from my parents was a fine thing; I not only wanted it and was comfortable with it, but I suspect I even *needed* it if I was to form a good idea of self. But now it's no longer necessary or desirable. Ah well... planes go places. At least for now they do.

That was a TERRIFIC square dance to go out on. It was an incredibly fun weekend. People there are friendly and welcoming, several people mentioned they were pleased to see me and to dance with me, the dancing itself was phenomenal (both challenging choreo and very skilled dancers)... it was just fantastic. It was so enjoyable that I was sorely tempted to reverse my quit-square-dancing decision. (I'm sticking with it, though. I have a very strong gut feeling that if I'm ever going to heal I *must* rest for a very long time.)

eichin surprised and pleased the hell out of me by suddenly popping up in the window of the dance hall. I had no idea he was in western Mass., and he had had no idea where I was dancing -- some sleuthing on his part led him to the right city and finally to the right building. I was able to take a break from dancing and chat with him and Laura for a while. He described it as "a successful pounce". I am also amused to read his description of the dance. :-)

Now I get to dig out of the work backlog. Yee ha!

Post-dance foot report

Got back from MA late last night. I took my "shoes" and socks off and HOLY MOLY got a look at my feet.

MY FEET WERE ENORMOUS.

I had to check to make sure the rest of me wasn't suddenly twice as big as it had been on Thursday.* They really did look strikingly odd. They weren't red, but they were puffy and rounded and wide. The toes looked sort of short because the distinction around the "knuckles" was gone. I have never seen my feet so swollen! (I suppose it's a good thing they were bandaged after surgery, huh?)

They're not a lot smaller today. Unsurprisingly, they've been quite tender as I walk.

So begins my Rest and Healing Phase. Step One, says my body: teach her to baby them properly!

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* Of course I immediately realized why that was silly. My body obviously has a Master Plan about where to put new weight, and this Plan is clearly to put the next 150 pounds I gain directly into my boobs. It will not be satisfied until I am carrying my chest around on a cart. A heavy-duty, steel motorized cart. On that day the bones of my forefoot will still have not one adipose cell of fat pad beneath them. So it was prophesied at the dawn of Time; so it shall be.