Lurching about in misery until my day is done.

[helenkacan]

I think I need to set the title line to music. Something Western from the 50s, probably. Considering my lack of enthusiasm for that musical genre, it would probably hurt more than my ankle does.

So, what happened yesterday?

Well, first of all, I endured brekkie. It was SO bad, I'm not even going to divulge any details. Then I decided to get gussied up for my vision support group meeting. After I bounced up my hair, I wore my extra-huggy black spandex top along with the ivory black-slashed one, and my real pearls, too. It had rained earlier, but seemed to have cleared up. Yay. Though the temp was in the upper 50s, I still wore my winter coat. Good thing as the winds were volatile.

My ride arrived before noon and the driver dropped me off on the corner nearest to the drugstore. I got so many bargains on stuff I needed (hair colour, moisturizer, cough stuff, etc.). Then I had to walk quickly back as it was already around 12:45. And that's when IT HAPPENED. Yes, I was walking quickly – but you all know that "quickly" in my vocabulary is a relative term. No snow or ice or stumbling obstacles, just level sidewalks. But my left ankle simply buckled. Just as well I'd worn my lace-up boots. I still had to get myself to the building, even though it hurt like hell to move, placing one foot in front of the other.

I made it with a few minutes to spare, then found my ibuprophen gelcaps and took two. It's just too bad that, considering my bad luck, nothing really happened at the meeting. Our guest had the flu, so cancelled. Our guest from January's cancelled meeting couldn't fill in with less than 24 hours' notice. So the refreshments (cheese, crackers, cookies, etc.) were passed around early and we basically just socialized.

Our fearless leader (she's 91) announced she's stepping down and that there will be two people taking over. Wow! She must have read my mind. One of the two is a woman who's only a couple of years older than I am, so I'm glad the generational gap is being bridged. And the other is a gregarious man who reminds me so strongly of my first love. ::sighs::

I was so happy to see my driver around 2:30. He was a sweetheart. Even though there was a problem with his bus, he didn't want to strand me, so decided to deliver me home and then take the bus out of service. I was thrilled to be able to rest up a few more hours. And use the time wisely to check over the cooking blog One. More. Time.

Brian showed up at 5:20 and we were off. When we got to his place, he heated a weird low-fat soup which I doctored with smoky cayenne and black pepper; he also made toasted sandwiches with swiss cheese, salami, smoked bacon, chipotle mustard and mayo. I also took two more gelcaps. Then we worked on publishing this week's epi which was my birthday celebration from last year. He also got me to read the opening part of my blog (that he's been reciting to many laughs). His laptop's mic is so sensitive that I sounded very mellow, polished AND sophisticated. Ooooh. I want to do it again!

My driver arrived around 7:45 and I was thrilled to be home at 7:54. And then came the scary bit of removing my boot. If that weren't enough, then I had to slither out of my leggings. Cue lots of swearing! I don't know if it was the meds (relatively innocuous on their own) or the pain, but I couldn't stay awake last night. I knew I'd probably be babbling, too. And, hey, if I'm going to babble, I'd like it to be deliberate. Anyway, now that I've caught up, it's time to hobble and lurch (lurch and hobble) into the kitchen for brekkie.

Comments

[lostgirlslair.livejournal.com]

Oh your poor ankle! I hope it's feeling better and you didn't sprain it too badly! *big hugs*

[helenkacan.livejournal.com]

HOP
::winces::
HOP
::pouts::
HOP
::growls::

Okay, time to get back to bed and soak in all of your good wishes.

[shapinglight]

Take care of that ankle. It sounds awfully sore. :(

[helenkacan.livejournal.com]

And you know "sore" like an expert, don't you, Deb? In an ideal world, we'd never have any lingering physical ailments that required physio and rehab. ::sighs in longing::

Thank you for commiserating and the sensible advice.

[kishiriadgr.livejournal.com]

Ow! I hope it recovers soon! The fishy oil should help.

[helenkacan.livejournal.com]

Definite ow! And on dry, even pavement. Okay, so where was the trickster hiding?

I'm out of fisny oil, 'cuz - for me - acidophilus has taken precedence. But I'll try to pick some up soon. I hadn't thought about it re easing pain from strains/sprains. Thanks for the suggestion and good wishes.