Monday, the day to remember people who have died that had a huge impact on your life (not their death, but them…), was a beautiful, but toasty day here in ABQ.
Because of this, JEB and I decided to go swing a couple ‘a rackets around and get me re-integrated into the game that the rich love to play with the pure white shorts, white shoes, white visors, while the women wear tiny skirts. Oh, alright. Tennis isn’t just for the richy’s anymore. Anyone with a racket, a couple of ‘Made in Taiwan’ neon yellow balls and a pension for saying things like ‘nice shot Chauncy’ and ‘that’s a wonderful backhand, Mimsy’ can play.
I’d guess it’s been about 10 years since I last played tennis. Jess and I used to play quite often back in our small burg because it was either that or do something very stupid and often destructive. Tennis it was!
With that in mind, JEB and I hit the courts.
My serve was off a bit, but I can still overhand it. But by no means can I ace it or make someone jump because the ball is headed their way so fast they think it’s going to leave a nasty bruise if it hits them. /sigh
We’re getting our volleying (yeah, Jess, I know it’s not a real word but I’m using it anyway) on and almost ready to start a real game. YIPEE!
I’m going for a ball that was probably WAY out of reach and POP! POP! POP! (that’s the sound my ankle made as it twisted).
Hang on. This trash bag full ‘o ice is about to spew cold water all over my couch… done! Another successful one-legged navigation around my place. Hold on while I give myself a pat on the back.
Anywho- as it turns out. When you hear 3 POPs! as your ankle is twisting outward, it’s not such a good sign for the state of said joint. It kinda messes up your chances of walking for awhile.
So, being the resourceful gal that I am. I called some people who are in good with some doctors. Those doctors told me what they would do if I went to see them (and it was WAY cheaper than actually going to see them) and when I reported back, they told me to ice and see how it was in the morning.
So I did. Hey, those guys pay a shit ton of money to learn to do what they do. Plus, I have beers with these people, so I trust them.
The next day, the swelling had not gone down so, off to Urgent Care (someone had to cart my wounded ass… my car is a standard. No driving that thing w/only one foot. /sigh). Where they x-rayed me, told me it wasn’t broken but that my ligaments were no where near their normal state, put an air cast on, handed over some crutches and insisted I make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon (e.g., a specialist).
Yeah. That appointment is next week. Until then. I’m the gimpy one. Bitching about how those god damn crutches are NOT comfortable on the pits and the air cast is WAY TO HOT and WHY CAN’T SOMEONE JUST CUT OFF MY FOOT ALREADY?
Oh, I’ve got photo goodness for you people. But if you’re easily queasy by nasty bruises and ankles swelled so much they remind you of a lady who’s 9 months pregnant and retaining 75 gallons of water, you should stop here.
But seriously, I’ve been reflecting (because I’ve been working from home and I don’t have cable TV so get VERY bored) and have to wonder, yet again, if I should really, really stop being mean to people. It’s not like I flatten people’s tires or egg new paint jobs. I just talk a LOT of shit (this is why I’m not ’speak no evil’).
Or maybe I’m just very klutzy and have to get over it already.
Either way, this shit sucks and I’m NOT HAPPY. Summer just started! I had camping and hiking and running and biking and tennis. Now I’ve got sitting on my ass (or laying, more appropriately, gotta keep this baby elevated) when I’m home, and being stuck in the office to look forward to.
Sounds like and AWESOME summer to me.
Thank the pedicure Gods that I recently got a pedicure. The size of my feet and ankles are usually like the one on the right.
This is what the inside of my foot looks like. I didn’t know my body could make colors like this.
This is the outside of my foot. If you’ll notice, the bruising extends half way up my calf.
Good times. Good times.
Well, it’s time to go sit in the shower. If anyone is looking for a good vacation spot, maybe one where you want to volunteer to help someone. Let me know. My house is getting quite messy and dishes are piling up.
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