I arrived home from Switzerland on Saturday with my broken shoulder and still on crutches.  If you missed that excitement, you'll have to go back to my last post, about Torgon, Switzerland.  Mic was going to a record conventional in Milan, so I was by myself. I know it sounds strange that I walked around with a broken should for what turned out to be 2 weeks.  The Swiss doctor had said I would need surgery, but I had some time as that part of the  body heals very slowly.   I had broken part of the shoulder socket, but as long as I kept my arm up against my body, I was in no pain and I wouldn’t cause further damage.  The piece of bone  was totally separated and just sort of floating nearby.  I was still able to use one crutch, which helped alleviate the pain in my foot, but I still didn't know what was wrong with it . I had decided to go to Germany for my surgery because my friends Judi, Steve and Sharon kindly offered me a place to stay....

On Saturday I traveled to Torgon Switzerland; it only took 10 hours by bus, plane, train and another bus. At least I was lucky that all the stops were right next to each other. The last bus dropped me off half a block from my hotel. I had been having a lot of problems with pain in my left foot so I went to see a podiatrist in Malta. He thought there was a broken metatarsal bone but an x-ray ruled that out. I wasn't able to get back in to see him before coming to Switzerland, so he advised I use crutches and stay off my foot as much as possible. I freely admit that traveling with crutches was a bit of a hassle, but was far outweighed by the benefits. I got to zip to the front of the security line and people freely gave up their seat without me even looking at them. I had an apartment in the tiny village of Torgon, near the French border.  And I use the term village very liberally.  I arrived after dark so it wasn't until the next day that I got to look around. I...