Thursday, August 17, 2006
Just Call Me Grace...
So I was heading off to the health club today, loaded down with gym bag, purse, keys, two bags of library books to return, and managed to miss the last step on my way down the stairs. My foot twisted sideways, I dropped everything, and I heard a pop.
Man, I went DOWN. Luckily (unluckily?) the only part of me that got hurt was my ankle. And my pride. Thank goodness our backyard is pretty private.
My kids, oblivious as only kids can be, didn't even notice until I'd crawled my way back up the steps into the house and started hollering for them to get inside instead of getting in the van. Not that I got much of a response. See, there were FLOWERS! On their PLANTS! Or maybe they were DEAD LEAVES that only LOOKED like flowers, but still really cool anyway! Finally, we were all back in the house and I called my DH, who said he'd come home early so I could go to the doctor's.
So I've got a Level Two sprain, and have to spend the next six to eight weeks wearing an air cast/brace. (The saddest part? I can't wear sandals again this summer. Lace-up shoes for support all the way, baby!)
Oh, well. At least something good came out of it. After picking up my brace, we did a little shopping, and DH came out of the bookstore with a get-well gift:
Big smooches, honey!