.....again. The bad one. The one that isn't "right." The left one. As usual, this was due to my own klutziness -half asleep going down stairs and forgetting how many steps there are. Of course, when you're half asleep, do you really take the time to count the steps? No...just blindly go down them and hope memory serves. This wouldn't be so bad if we were talking a dozen or more steps.....but I have a tri-level home. I couldn't remember five...count them 1-2-3-4-5 steps. So I half skipped number 4 and remembered number 5 too late and landed wrong on my left foot, re-twisting the ankle in the process.
My mom tells the story of riding on the handle bars of a friend's bicycle when she was young. She got one of her feet caught in the front wheel and ended up having a weak ankle the rest of her life. She says ankles never heal properly. Knees and hips can be replaced, but ankles apparently have to suck it up and shoulder on. Or rather carry on.
Now if this was just a single recurrence, I could fault the steps, my dream-like state, the planets not being aligned, etc. Unfortunately, this seems to be about an every other year experience for me. I don't consider myself to be balance-challenged.....I have enough padding to stabilize myself and keep me grounded. I don't consider myself to be overly klutzy either. I can dance a little, I'm a good swimmer. I can play a decent game of volleyball, softball and tennis. Of course I don't engage in these activities as much as I did 20 years ago, but I'm not entirely couch bound contrary to popular belief and my own wants and needs.
I'm starting to believe something in the universe wants to keep me immobilized periodically. Or someone upstairs is amused by the sight of me attempting to hobble from office to bathroom to bed to kitchen and back. I normally try to limit my running about the house to a couple round trips per day for efficiency....now I'm super efficient as my get up and go, got up and went in favor of keeping my foot iced and propped up.
I've also considered that maybe the universe is trying to send my SBJ and Mr. Bill over the edge by making them wait on me literally hand and foot. I'll admit, this does inject some humor into my day. I'm thinking back to that Brady Bunch episode where the kids all had bells to ring when they were sick and it drove Mike, Carol and Alice crazy. I haven't yet resorted to bell ringing. This is 2015 after all; texting works just fine. Shouting is a good backup when my texts go unanswered.
The good news is that this only seems to keep me down and in for about a week. The bad news is that I forget how painful this can be and in less than two years time, will probably be back in this same spot. I suppose that gives me plenty of time to find the appropriate bell.
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