Bad Step

I twisted my ankle on Tuesday morning. I stepped off the deck with my left foot which rolled, I quickly tried to balance as I stepped with my right foot which rolled and tore ligaments on the inside and outside of my ankle. It was early and my husband was still asleep. I had to crawl to the patio and use a chair to stand. I then hopped into the house and made an ice bag. There was no possible way to put any weight on the foot or ankle. It hurt so bad. I sat in the recliner and waited for my husband to wake and the doctors office to open.

Oh, did I forget to say that I was to pick up my mother at my brother's house and take her to her house and start getting it ready for her to move in. She had been living out of town (actually about an hour and half from where I live, and her closest neighbor was a quarter of a mile away). To make ends meet she had been renting her house to someone I thought was an acquaintance of my brother (he handled picking up rent). But recent health concerns have made her realize she needs to live closer. So, with no ability to walk, I called my Mom and told her that I would not be able to do anything with her house for a while.

The doctor said I had "end points" which meant that the ligaments were not completely torn. I had a type II sprain with possible muscle tearing. It is very unusual to tear ligaments on the interior ligaments without breaking a bone but I managed to do the weird. Icing and staying off of the foot until the pain went away and using an ankle brace my only prescription.

I hate being at other people's mercy so the first couple of days were torture. Well actually trying to move with crutches was torture. My upper body, arms, shoulders, palms, hips.... Everything hurt. Its now been four days and I can hobble around but have to be careful of difference in height and turning too quick. Its also difficult to get off the toilet. I somehow always seem to twist my right ankle as I get up.

This has been a lost week. Nothing accomplished except my dog has loved lying in my lap all day. No art, not much cleaning, no house readying. No pictures for this post. It is too depressing.