Good morning, happy Monday, story time... Yesterday, I went to visit my brother John and his fiancee Sharyn, and stopped in first, quickly (HA) to say hello to my mother. This was a mistake (HA), because before I could say a second word after hello, she launched the unending sentence for the next 40 minutes, needing help with just one thing on the computer, and then the next, and then the next just one thing, and then again the next, and then... Finally, a pause in her sentence (some exaggeration, only little, dramatic license), I take advantage, tell her, I only meant to say hello, really came to see John and Sharyn. Im afraid I must go now, and instead of saying hello to you, and visiting with them, Ive now visited with you, and can say nothing more than hello to them, and Im glad I could help you, but I must leave, now... I escaped, and I was quite serious, I had given her more time than Id really had even to visit with John and Sharyn, so I proceed quickly, to go and say hello. At least, this was the plan, but things never work according to plan, do they? In the yard, the dog is barking, loudly, non stop, and wagging his tail. This means, play with me now, now, now, you must, I want you to play with me, now, it is required, you must do it, now... I find a stick, and throw it, he is so happy, and now he wants another. I throw another stick, and he is so happy, and now he wants another. I throw another stick, and run up the stairs to say hello to John and Sharyn. The dog is barking at the bottom of the steps, he is so happy, but now he wants another... John answers the door, and I explain the mother dilemma, the time suckage that had occurred, that now I can only say hello to them, because I visited with her, and the reverse had been my intent, and we laugh (he understands well), and he hugs me, says good bye. I turn quickly on heel, down the stairs, John and I each finishing our last sentences... At the bottom of the stair, the dog is barking, hes not forgotten how happy he is, and he wants another stick... > Im speaking to the dog, telling him, yes, Ill throw one more stick for you, and then I must go, behind me, at the top of the stairs, I hear John laughing, Im simultaneously coming off the bottom step and reaching for a nice big juicy exciting stick, and turning my ankle underneath the full weight and force of this last step... > John has just closed the door at the top of the stairs, although I do not know this yet, I am shouting out in pain (there were two or three bad words involved, I think, and some form of good God, ouch), Im feeling the delicious nausea that accompanies sharp sudden unexpected pain, Im feeling light headed, and I decided Id best sit down before I fall down... The dog, he is barking loudly in my ear. He is so happy, and he wants another stick, but Ive forgotten now, am sitting, my ankle throbs, the nausea is still delicious, and Im cursing, yes, quite clearly I remember cursing, and holding my ankle. I decide now, I think laying down on my back, yes, this feels the right thing to do, and I do do, and put my feet up, elevated, on the third step of the steps... Im laying on the ground, now, on my back, the dog is near to me, barking so happily, and Im looking up the steps towards my brothers door, and see the door is closed. Realizing, despite all the noise Ive just made, he has heard none of it, has no idea just seconds later Im laying on the ground looking up the stairs at his door... She asks, whats wrong (I think ashen faced), she can see in my face some thing is wrong, I explain. In the time it takes to explain, walking carefully back and forth on the driveway, Im feeling better (shes concerned), and I tell her so, say good bye, after all, Id not meant to be here so long, now have been again even longer... I drive myself home, though Im feeling discomfort, the ankle does not feel too bad, but I enter the house carefully, sit, remove my socks and shoes and inspect it. It is the right ankle, there is swelling above the outside ankle, also in front, above the foot. Its typical, Ive turned an ankle before, but Im encouraged, the swelling is not so much and theres no bruised discoloration, so I do not think it is sprained, at least not badly... I get ice in a plastic bag, and a towel, and hold it to my ankle for the rest of the night. I have my Skype date (remember, I had felt rushed, there was reason, and I made it home in time, I was not late) as planned and it is a very enjoyable evening. Later, the ice bag (melted) is refilled, and brought it into the bed with me. I wrapped it in the towel around my ankle under the covers, and went to sleep with it. For the first time in a very long time, Ive awakened to a wet spot. This was inevitable, ice melts, I knew it would but did not and do not care. Ive walked on my ankle, carefully, its sore, and stiff, it happened, and Ill deal with it. It didnt prevent me from having a lovely breakfast in bed via Skype this morning with my love. All is well, and here I complete the telling of the story of why you may see me hobble about for some days to come. ...story time, happy Monday, good morning!
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 12:56:32 +0000