Where I've Been

I'm sorry I haven't been around for a couple of weeks. Let me tell you why...

On Thursday, February 11, I stepped on the edge of a 4-5"concrete walkway...in 4" heel boots, slipped off the side and rolled my right ankle outwards off the path and into the dirt.

Turns out it's not supposed to bend that way.

I fell down like a marionette without strings...lay on the ground for a couple of minute fighting pain and light-headedness...then, thinking only "I gotta get home"...hobbled out to my car and drove myself home using a standard transmission.

I only mention that because I could not use my left foot for the brake or gas pedal.

I finally gave up thinking it was going to "work itself out" around Sunday, when the swelling didn't go down, and the bruising started. I was worried I'd broken something in there.

My girl friend drove me to the doctor.

Having an ankle that looks like a tennis ball is a peculiar sensation.

Walking really wasn't an option. She had to push me in a wheel chair.

I've since found out this is called a "sprained ankle".

Which is a pretty pansy-ass name for what it is. It should be called a "destroyed ankle", a "catastrophic ankle", a "doom ankle".

I also found out that a sprained ankle often takes longer to heal than a fractured one! Tendons, apparently are sensitive creatures, and react badly to ill treatment.

So...I've been literally laid up for two weeks. My instructions were to stay off it with the exception of kitchen and bathroom...and those only when absolutely necessary.

My computer is not in either location.

Thank goodness I've started to prepare for the apocalypse. I didn't even need anyone to shop for me the whole time...though some good souls brought prepared food anyway.

So yesterday was the first day I got permission to walk a little more...but only a little...and I actually get to drive myself to work on Monday...as long as I don't move from my desk except to use the same two boring rooms allowed during my previous captivity.

Doc says it will be at least two weeks more before I can expect to be "normal" again.

Now my only concern is how long till I can wear those 4" heels again!

I've learned one thing though.

Don't walk down paths carrying a satchel, a purse, a coat, a scarf while digging in the pocket for a bluetooth earpiece, and then attempting to insert same into your ear...all the while not watching where you're walking.

It's a good thing to know.

The Gunslinger
Limping to Liberty