**Disclaimer: I wrote this post almost two weeks ago and never published it. That is all.**
So the the other day,I’m taking out my trash right? I have three shoe boxes in one arm and my actual trash bags in the other. I’m speedily trotting down the stairs, as always, when I slip on a shoe. It all went downhill from there.
Honestly, I thought I was either going to die or be injured very badly. It happened so fast yet it seemed like slow motion. So I got up, stunned, and limped outside to take my trash out because I knew the trash collectors would be coming soon and for some reason I just really wanted my trash out. Then I hopped up the stairs…and started sobbing. I don’t know why I was crying. The pain wasn’t that overwhelming. I think I had been in a little state of shock and was traumatized by the actual falling part.
I walked (well, if you call it walking. It was more of a waddle and hop) around in pain for four days before I finally went to the doctor’s office and got an X-ray. Nothing broken, just a sprain. Thank God! I got this absurdly
unattractive brace to stabilize my ankle until it heals up nicely. 2-6 weeks he says. I’m batting for two!
And just because I’m so fortunate, this happened just in time for the women’s retreat at my church…where I’m signed up ( and was super excited) for kickboxing. Somebody loose the balloons and confetti.
Ah well. That’s life. At least I didn’t die or seriously injure myself. I am still mobile, alive, and well. And I promise to resist the very strong urges I feel to decorate my ankle brace 😉 BOOYAH!
It’s funny how things like this provoke so many questions from people. Even perfect strangers have been asking me what happened lol. And of course, people laugh at me as I tell the story. I guess I’m too short to be taken seriously anyway 😉