One minute, she's moving back in.
The next, she's moving in with her "fiancé".
The next, she's moving back in.
The next, she's moving in with a (mature! responsible!) friend.
As of now, she is moving back in.
I can't keep up. So if you were wondering why I haven't told you what's going on with her, it's because 99% of the time, I don't even know.
In other news, I'm trying to make myself walk some, like I was told to do, and it. really. freaking. hurts! Other than one time, all I've been able to do is take a couple of steps. The one time I did do more than that, I was walking from the kitchen table to Chelsea's door (like 20 feet) and did this weird dance after a few steps because the rolled ends of the walking boot completely threw me off balance. Ah, well, it gave my mom a good laugh. ;)
Also, my foot is looking awesome. It already looks like, well, like a foot, as opposed to "a creature from the Blue Lagoon" (as my mom said). And the incision is healing very well. I just have a few extra scabs from the staple holes. So I'm happy.

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