I Am My Mother's Son, That's For Sure. I'll Call This #3, & Will Keep My Leg Up For Another Day. Dang, Crandall. Ease Up.

Karal thought winterizing the home was a game. Everything I pulled out of the shed she barked and attacked, and everything I moved into the shed she barked and attacked. She definitely feels the need to protect her yard. All the tables, planters, ornaments, and chairs were stored away, and all I had was one more ceramic flower pot and I was going to jump on the elliptical. She and I already walked. 

Alas, Karal was biting at my pant leg, I reached down to get the pot, and when I stepped off the bottom step onto the lawn, I hit a divot that made me twist my ankle and fall to the ground. She has two spots where she digs, and I filled them both. Obviously, I didn't pack it deep enough. I'm on the ground and she's jumping on me like it's a game. It's all good. I got the pot to the shed and then walked into the house. I thought I heard a snap, but there's no bruising or swelling. It's just extremely painful. 

I tied a scarf around wrapped ice to subdue the ankle. I sat for a couple of hours and the pain went away, until I dragged the snow blower to the garage, limping and being cautious. Nope. The pain is there. I then met Chitunga in Wilton at Lil' Pub for a burger. It is fine when I'm not putting pressure on it. 

Definitely not a fan of this mid-life klutziness. 

I am choosing to work from home today, resting the ankle while I do ZOOM calls, grade, and prep for the rest of the week. 

I just want to be in my 20s again where I could run 11 miles a day, felt no pain, and didn't worry that every move I make is going to result in a medical issue. I never even thought about it back then. I just was.

For a short second, I said, "Great. Now a broken ankle," but it doesn't seem to be that bad. I think it just needs a deep massage, more ice, and elevation for the day. I'm rolling my eyes at myself. I hate when such stupid things happen --- and my eye is finally rid of the bloodiness from the snafu three weeks ago! 

Crandall, "You're a mess!"