Corsica Day 3

Cora had been asking for a boat trip. One of the most picturesque towns in Corsica is Bonifaccio, at the southern tip. It sits high on a hill (read: lots of walking, lots of steps), but we headed there this morning to catch a boat trip and see the city from the sea. It was such a great idea. We had a fabulous time on the boat (which required no walking, and no crutches), and the views were incredible. Cora said, unprompted in the middle of the boat trip, “this is exactly what I wanted!” We had lunch of crepes in Bonifaccio before heading back to the apartment for true naps in beds in the afternoon.

While the kids napped and Tim minded them, Amy and I headed into Porto Vecchio and back to the hospital. I wanted to ask whether they had given me the right kind of brace for my foot (they had given me an ankle brace, which seemed to provide no support or protection for my foot). What we thought would be a quick trip with a quick question turned into a second hospital visit, complete with a CT Scan, torn ligament diagnosis, and a true cast (a soft cast for now, followed by an expectation of a full hard cast in a week after the swelling goes down).

While Amy and I were busy at the hospital, and after the kids had finished napping and resting, Tim took all four of them on a bug hunt and walk. I think they all enjoyed it.

We opted to give the little kids an early dinner and put them to bed, while Tim and Amy took the big girls out to a more grown up (i.e., starting after 7pm) dinner in town.

This is, we've discovered, the only record we have of my "diagnosis". A photo of a text message to the ER doctor from his colleague the orthopedist, who read the CT scan for him.