tikatu | Well, this is a fine kettle of fish!

I am sitting here with my monitor turned to the right, my keyboard in my lap, and my feet up on a desk drawer which is covered by a thin pillow that I folded over to make it fat (and coincidently, fit into said desk drawer). Why? you may ask (or not). Because I HAVE SPRAINED MY RIGHT ANKLE!

How did I do it? you may ask (or not). My usual pair of shoes were soiled yesterday by something particularly smelly that I happened to step in while directing hubby's use of a chainsaw. I scraped it off, then, before going to bed, rinsed the rest of the shoe off in the bathtub. This meant that the shoe was, yes, WET. So I had son #2 reach under my bed (where the dustbunnies are live and carry submachine guns) and pull out the mate to a shoe I had sitting beside my bed. A nice comfy pair of blue suede shoes (actually nubuck, but who's counting?).

These shoes have always been a little loose on me (and for someone with my size feet, that's saying something!) and they don't have a whole lot of tread. Somehow the right shoe slipped on my hardwood floor and for a moment I felt like my ankle went from parallel to the rest of the leg to perpendicular (making it then parallel to the floor). It swelled, and a dull ache was present, and knowing as I did how dangerous it could be to hurt yourself when you can't feel anything, I called the doctor. She was booked, but the nurse practitioner was offered, and I said YES. Hubby came home from work to get me (he walked home and was later chewed out by his supervisor who would have given him a ride).

Now, if this had happened to my left ankle, I would be a much happier camper for, you see, our van has automatic transmission and I wouldn't need my left foot to drive. However, I need my RIGHT FOOT to drive and it's a little difficult to do when the nurse practitioner has put it in an air splint and told you to keep it elevated and ice it for 20 minutes every two hours (which I haven't done yet; I'm waiting for the chillun's to come home to fetch and carry for me). Fortunately, I have a very, very, very good friend who is willing to pick up said chillun's from school for me. For the rest of the week, however, they'll have to walk (da boys) or take the bus (da girl).

I can't say it hurts too terribly much; that's at least one blessing of the neuropathy. My feet are just too numb to feel anything. But the twist made pain travel up my leg and into my lower back, which, I am told, is probably also sprained or strained. My hubby will be picking up a prescription on his way home from work to help with the inflammation. And I look forward to three or four (or more) days of no driving whatsoever. Which really isn't as muich fun as you might guess.