On Monday I sprained my ankle.
Yesterday I giggled as I scooted about on my butt, crawled, hopped, or did a one footed shimmy remarkably akin to the happy butt dance around my house. I waved as I slowly travelled past occupied rooms in unusual ways. It got especially amusing if I carried something. The smallest trips turned into large accomplishments.
General Yumminess brought me grapes in the wee hours of the morning before she left for work. I woke up just enough to take the bowl, and held it on my chest and happily scarfed down grapes in the darkness, before rolling over and falling back asleep. When I woke up I could rotate my foot enough to draw a circle in the air. It is very exciting.