So there I was, finishing up a walk with the dogs and only a few yards from my front door, when I took a funny step and my ankle turned out sideways and down I went.
Whammo!
Scraped my knee and the knuckles on my right hand [the thumb looks like hamburger] and got a real close up and personal view of the asphalt on our street. I just missed adding a scraped cheek to the list.
I lay there in the damp with three dogs milling around me. Sunny was the most concerned [I’m making a note of that]. I spent a moment or two considering the merits and downsides of throwing up. Decided against it and wobbled my way to my feet. I limped home realizing this was not my usual little twisted ankle that I walk off and in half an hour it’s pretty much all better.
Nope.
Have a nice pop knot on my ankle bone and it hurts like the dickens. I slapped ice on it first thing and took a couple of aspirin. I’ve been icing on and off and scooting myself around on my wheeled computer chair wishing the whole house had smooth floors and no carpeting.
Anybody know if high top tennis shoes actually help prevent turned ankles or is that just a myth? Inquiring ankles want to know.
This day is turning out to be WAY different than what I had planned.
Okay.
More ice.
Less whine.