So I was back in the hospital for a night last week because I broke my foot quite thoroughly and needed surgery. But this time there were no food restrictions and I finally got to eat breakfast there. It was green chilaquiles, yakult, a cheese pastry, orange juice, and a thick, warm pink drink. I skipped the warm pinkness, but the rest was delicious. You should go to Mexico for your medical procedures not only for the savings, but for the food.
Now I am sore, sore, sore from the crutches. They don't do knee walkers here (we tried really hard), so the combination of stairs and crutches has worked muscles I didn't even know I had. My youngest still thinks the crutches are amazing. Except he calls them crunches and I cannot correct him.
So I get to spend Thanksgiving, two birthdays, our anniversary, Christmas, and New Years on crutches. But I should be good to go to the Yucatan in January so I'm not complaining. I'm also not complaining that there's absolutely no way I can do the laundry.