I am the wrong person to be living in a tri-level home.
I have one flight of stairs that are 10 steps high.
10 very narrow steep steps...in my opinion.
While carrying a basket of laundry, on one journey down,
my feet voluntarily slipped out from under me.
I tumbled flopped and crunched right down on my right ankle.
I heard this little "pop" that in turn matched a strange tug.
And my ankle turned into a giant purple grapefruit right before my eyes.
And "yes" I cried a little, pounded the floor with my fist,
said, "crap!" and then crawled to the nearest phone.
"Yes" I immediately applied ice and swiftly elevated it above my heart.
And, "yes" I went to the doctor's and had an x-ray
that told me it was not broken, but could not explain the "pop!"
I am supposed to stay off my feet, keeping my foot elevated,
while the sun is shinning outside.
For a full 2 weeks I had been power walking
and doing quite well, I might add.
My new medicine has been doing wonders and so was I,
...until this :(
I am angry at those stairs and myself for being clumsy
because now I am back on this couch feeling like
all my hard earned energy is going to waste
...boo