My little corner of the world

Well, *was* a cripple, actually. I’m feeling much, much better now. If you haven’t heard, I had a little accident a few Sundays ago. I’m completely to blame. I had just made it home from my weekly Publix run on one of the HOTTEST Sunday afternoons EVER. I was worried about getting all the cold stuff out of the trunk and into the fridge/freezer, and yelled at Nathan to come help. Well, he didn’t move quick enough to suit me, so I just started grabbing bags and putting them in the house, right by the back door. And can you guess what happened next? I was in such a hurry, I managed to skip a step (I think - the details are a bit fuzzy) and found myself lying on the concrete floor. Both my ankles felt like they were on fire. Needless to say, “ouch.” Nathan did come to my rescue - eventually - and I hobbled around for a while until I couldn’t take it any more.

I’m sure you’re wondering, where was Michael during all this? In the dugout of the Greenville Drive stadium taking pictures, of course. I tried to brave it out, but I had to break down and call him during the 2nd inning. Can you believe the man was home in less than 30 minues?? Dude needs to learn to drive slower, but I digress. We took a nice little trip to the Urgent Care, where it took three hours and four x-rays to proclaim that no, it was not broken but merely sprained. They wrapped it up, gave me a splint and a pair of crutches, and sent me on my way.

Note the lovely wrappings. I am so glad I had a pedicure the week before. At least my toes didn’t look nasty.

Anyway, I have absolute, complete sympathy for anybody on a pair of crutches. I walked like a drunken sailor for the first couple of days. My arms ACHED. It seemed my arms hurt worse with the crutches than my ankles without. Taking a shower was a serious chore. But at least I had my cute little ceramic bell, which I used to summon Nathan anytime I needed something like a glass of water, a sandwich, or anything else that struck my fancy. I’ll bet the poor kid was wishing school was back in session after the first few hours of nursing me.

One day, after I got up for something, Pemberton decided to take over the pillows used for ankle elevation:

He was SO not happy when I told him to move. He glared at me, and I wasn’t even in the mood to argue with him… so we compromised, and shared the pillow for a little while.

Thank heavens for my parents who came and cooked supper all that week for us, and Nathan who waited on me hand and foot, despite hating on the little ceramic bell.

Now, a few weeks removed from “The Incident”, I’ve healed up quite nicely. The splint and wraps are gone. For the first time since the accident, I even wore (small-ish) heels to church today. My ankles still can feel a little twingey at times, especially if they get turned a certain way. On stairs I am still a little tentative - but all in all, it’s been an interesting (and humbling) experience.

Now… where is that bell of mine? “Oh Nathan….”