Sylvain came home from work and we sat on either end of the couch, our respective feet up, chatting about our days.
"How is your toe going?" he asked.
We both stare at my toe, which I proceed to wriggle for the first time since the operation.
"Getting much better, I think!" I exclaim with glee, and continue to wriggle my toe happily.
Then, out of nowhere, like a bolt of lightning, Symphony pounces on it.
I think we have gone backwards about half a day in terms of recovery.
I really should know better.
"How is your toe going?" he asked.
We both stare at my toe, which I proceed to wriggle for the first time since the operation.
"Getting much better, I think!" I exclaim with glee, and continue to wriggle my toe happily.
Then, out of nowhere, like a bolt of lightning, Symphony pounces on it.
I think we have gone backwards about half a day in terms of recovery.
I really should know better.
Ha, ha, ha....I can just imagine, because she thought that your toe was wiggling, just for her!
Other than that, I hope the recovery is progressing!
ouch! Get better soon.