Self Inflicted Ankle Injury
…also known as How I Do Dumb Crap and Injure Myself.
Two months ago, when my husband was off at an all day meeting on a Saturday, I managed to screw my ankle up but good. Both kids were down for a nap, and I though, SWEET, FINALLY I can get a quick nap in, too! Except I forgot about The Girl's ability to sense any time I have to myself and to interrupt it in the rudest of ways. Right as I was dropping off, she began screaming like her eyelids were on fire, and in the sleep state I was in, I immediately jumped up and ran to her room to find out what the problem was.
There's a reason why sleep running isn't an Olympic sport, y'all. Right as I got to her room, I stepped down on my foot wrong, and YEOWSA, pain shot up through my ankle. I sat there for five minutes, clasping the ankle and sucking air in through clenched teeth while i waited for the pain to abate. When I finally was able to get myself up again, the damn thing had already started to swell; I had to take care of both of the kids on my own until my husband decided to come back home (I wouldn't blame him if he just decided to run for the border, honestly), and by that time it was ENORMOUS. His first comment was along the lines of "But how did you get an entire orange shoved under your skin?"
It has been hurting on and off since then, and this week has been worse than usual. I've got an appointment tomorrow with an orthopedic surgeon to figure out just what in the name of Charlie I did to it, and how to best fix it. I'm hoping he'll just massage it and then send me on my merry way; I don't want to think of any alternatives that might require my flesh to be opened up and disturbed by sharp, pointy things. I don't do well with needles and surgery in any way, shape or form. I'm honestly amazed that I'm going to the doctor at all.
Details will follow tomorrow, unless he DOES massage my feet. If that happens, I might possibly be arrested for molesting him.
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