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Feb. 27th, 2002 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanJust spoke to Julie, who's laid up ("fucked up" as she put it) at home with a broken foot after her car accident last week. The jury's still out on her car, which the repair shop says is totaled but the insurance company says is fixable. At least it turns out she doesn't need surgery on the foot.
Man, having a bad foot is really tough. Simple things like walking across the hall to get something from the other room become half-hour ordeals. She can't do laundry, walk the dog, get her snailmail. She has friends and neighbors to help, but they can't be around 24-7, and there are some things you can't ask a person to do unless they're a REALLY good friend. I feel bad that I can't do anything. I told her again that I'd come down and help if she wanted, although really we both know it would be impractical.
Anyway, here's hoping she gets better soon. At least she still has her sense of humor.
Man, having a bad foot is really tough. Simple things like walking across the hall to get something from the other room become half-hour ordeals. She can't do laundry, walk the dog, get her snailmail. She has friends and neighbors to help, but they can't be around 24-7, and there are some things you can't ask a person to do unless they're a REALLY good friend. I feel bad that I can't do anything. I told her again that I'd come down and help if she wanted, although really we both know it would be impractical.
Anyway, here's hoping she gets better soon. At least she still has her sense of humor.
