The weekend is coming to a close, and I think if my doc was grading me on the R&R I should be giving my ankle, I would probably get a big D+. Friday night, the hubs and I took part in his sister's birthday celebration at an outdoor mall in our area. We went to a hip bowling alley and restaurant they just opened, and while I was thoughtful to the ankle and didn't partake in the strikes and spares, we did do A LOT of walking and prolonged standing around the shops afterwards. Saturday was all about spending quality time with the hubs, complete with antiquing, lunch, shopping and a viewing of the new Harry Potter movie. My foot was angrily pulsating inside my way-too-big brace, so we went in search of one that was the right fit. The doc gave me an X-large, but after looking at the size chart on the box, I am supposed to be wearing a small. No wonder it hurt so bad!
While the new boot fits much better, with all the extra steps I shouldn't be taking, I have acquired a new pose I like to call the "flamingo." I stand, with one hand on another person's shoulder, while bending my left knee to get my foot off the ground. Ha Ha! I should be in a zoo somewhere, drinking murky water from a pond.
I think the straw that broke the camel's tibia was tonight, when I took the dog for a short walk. I did have the brace and my new sneaks on, but the dog was huffing it so fast, the ankle was definitely crying "uncle." So now, I am back to the couch, ice pack neatly placed, watching bad reality television. It is pretty frustrating, but it could be a lot worse. A break or sprain would have set me back 6-8 weeks...yikes! I just have to think about the movie, "Julie & Julia," which I saw with my mom and sister today. Julie Powell, blogger extrodinaire, and Julia Child, a famous foodie, both had many road blocks when trying to reach their goals. But they kept on cooking, which is the food for thought I need to remember. Heck, I'd rather be going through this, then trying to debone a duck like Julie did! Ha Ha!
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