I know the feeling, Joy.

Several years ago, while in Springfield, MA, I broke my left leg and
ankle.  It was in December.  After the visit to the emergency room, I
went to the VW dealer and picked up some parts I had ordered the day
before and went back to my Vanagon and started to work.  When finished,
I drove it back to Maine (about 500 miles to my house).

Later, and with much snow and ice on the ground, we were leaving the
cash register at Wal*Mart and my wife was ahead of me.  I was, of
course, on crutches.  I yelled out loudly, "Please don't leave me again
... it's so hard to walk home on the ice"!

You have my sympathies.

Mike

Joy Hecht wrote:
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 >I am now the happy owner of two crutches, one big fiberglass splint
and >one broken foot bone.
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