I received a lovely, funny, concerned email from a friend....requesting a post.
So, I'm alive. I worked from home last Tuesday - Friday, spending time resting, elevating, icing.
I saw two very cool Sports Medicine docs on Friday. They both let me know what a good job I did on my ankle, and then sent me to x-ray just to be sure.
Again, not broken.
Looks like I'll be in the boot and using a crutch for the next few weeks. I have some exercises I need to do to avoid physical therapy down the line. I'm trying. They aren't easy.
The swelling is down (finally!), but the bruising is up and gross. I'm moving around my house with either an ace bandage or nothing, carrying a crutch just in case. The pain is still there, but in different spots, and the movement is restricted.
VonSis did my laundry and made a couple of awesome meals for me this weekend. VonParents brought me some of my favorite snacks from Trader Joe's. Peapod sent me a superhot delivery man and all of my groceries.
I'm going back to work tomorrow. Work means definitely boot and one crutch.
So, I have nothing witty or awesome to say. I'm sure my friends are developing a "what now" attitude about me. I can't play guitar because of my hand still recovering. I can't go too many places. This is my fourth major health thing this year, and frankly I'm tired of it. I'm tired of pretending it doesn't bother me. I just keep knocking wood, and trying to right my karma, and praying for some calm healthy months.