Saturday night I went beebopping down my basement stairs, stumbled and fell, badly spraining my ankle in the process. I spent all of Sunday in bed and that’s probably where I’ll be found for the next few days. I couldn’t get in to see my doctor today but she did agree to see me tomorrow morning. Last night one of my friends brought me a cane and another one brought me a couple of pain pills and some food so I should be all set for the time being. I probably don’t really need to go to the doctor but feel like I should in case something is broken or torn in there.
All of sudden I have to give a great deal of thought to every move I make and everything I do. Because I try to stay away from processed food, when it came time to eat, I had nothing that didn’t need to be cooked. A good thing except when you can’t stand in front of the stove! I have a good circle of close friends but, naturally, they were all out of town this weekend. I decided that I needed to move myself downstairs and stay there for the time being. Getting all my necessary things gathered up and transported down to the first floor was no picnic. My clean laundry, which is what I was fetching when I fell, is still all down in the basement, and I need it.
This whole experience is a big nuisance. Inevitably, I am reminded of what a permanently disabled person deals with every day. I hate the fact that I have to give so much thought to getting something that is six feet away. I hate that it’s such a big deal to feed my dog and let him in and out. How I’m going to eat and shower are suddenly major considerations. I’m trying to keep in mind that no matter how much of a hassle this all is, at least there will be an end to it. For a lot of people, all of these inconveniences are a way of life. I’m thankful I’m not one of them and maybe it’s good to have this reminder!
Since I work from home, my productivity is not affected, which is great. Hopefully I’ll be up and around again in a few days. In the meantime, I’m counting my blessings and trying not to feel too sorry for myself!
All of sudden I have to give a great deal of thought to every move I make and everything I do. Because I try to stay away from processed food, when it came time to eat, I had nothing that didn’t need to be cooked. A good thing except when you can’t stand in front of the stove! I have a good circle of close friends but, naturally, they were all out of town this weekend. I decided that I needed to move myself downstairs and stay there for the time being. Getting all my necessary things gathered up and transported down to the first floor was no picnic. My clean laundry, which is what I was fetching when I fell, is still all down in the basement, and I need it.
This whole experience is a big nuisance. Inevitably, I am reminded of what a permanently disabled person deals with every day. I hate the fact that I have to give so much thought to getting something that is six feet away. I hate that it’s such a big deal to feed my dog and let him in and out. How I’m going to eat and shower are suddenly major considerations. I’m trying to keep in mind that no matter how much of a hassle this all is, at least there will be an end to it. For a lot of people, all of these inconveniences are a way of life. I’m thankful I’m not one of them and maybe it’s good to have this reminder!
Since I work from home, my productivity is not affected, which is great. Hopefully I’ll be up and around again in a few days. In the meantime, I’m counting my blessings and trying not to feel too sorry for myself!
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Oooh! Ouch! Hope it's not serious and you're up and about soon!
So sorry to hear about your fall. Those ankle sprains can be worse than a break I'm told. Take it easy and do the rice thing - RICE: Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation.
Cindy
I'm sorry you're hurt!
But thank goodness you work at home.
It may be a pain, but leave things alone if you don't need to do them, and be careful to heal properly :)
Fabulously Broke in the City
"Just a girl trying to find a balance between being a Shopaholic and a Saver."
I hope your ankle is feeling a little better!
Thanks everyone for your kind thoughts. I'm trying hard to stay in bed, with my foot up and give myself time to heal! A little easier said than done!
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When I fell down the stairs, my doctor remarked that a sprained ankle can hurt more than a break. The guy could be right...
Be sure to get an X-ray and also ask them to examine the foot and ankle to try to determine whether any tendons or ligaments might have been damaged. And (this is big) STAY OFF THAT FOOT until it heals up. One of my friends just had surgery because she insisted on gulping painkillers and tromping around after she'd sprained her ankle, until she finally succeeded in tearing a tendon. She worked at it, and she did it....
I found that keeping the foot elevated seemed to help more than anything: whenever possible, lying on the sofa and resting my foot atop the back of the sofa was very effective. That, and alternating warm packs and ice packs, and wrapping it with an athletic bandage.
Hope it feels better soon!
I'm staying put, ensconced on son's bed with my foot elevated. Certain parts of my anatomy are getting tired of all this sitting! I'm getting pretty bored too but, as I'm hoping for a long and active future I'm trying to hang in there! Thanks for the advice!
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