Lolita

I named my right foot today: Lolita. I was busy doing something and talking to myself, as I often do, and I said, "I guess I can't do that because of my stupid foot." Ouch, that hurt! I remembered this music seminar I went to once and the guy said that it does no good to treat your fingers poorly, to get mad at them if they don't play the way you expect. He said to thank them when practicing, and after a practice, to treat them to some lotion. So, I've decided, no more insults to the poor foot. Instead, she now has a name and more hope of getting better because of some fine treatment she'll be getting.

And no, all of my staying inside has not made me go mad... it is just a little mind game I am playing in hopes that my foot will actually heal faster if I have a good attitude toward it instead of just an attitude.

Carry on, Lolita, pie mio!