limping

I broke (exaggeration) sprained (not a joint) strained (possibly true) hurt my foot. It was sore last Monday when I got home from my workout at the YMCA, but I expected it to be better by morning. Instead it nagged all week. Saturday, during the "Lemoned Stand", I was weeding in the front yard. Just a few minutes after CD said "We really ought to be wearing proper shoes for this," I stepped off the side of my sandal. They hardly had any heel, but my foot wasn't happy. It hurt the rest of the day, but I was too busy to notice it much. By bedtime though, I couldn't walk without pain. I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and could barely get there. I woke CD to get me ibuprofen.

Sunday morning, worse. I phoned Sister, MD (the easiest and cheapest doc to reach on a Sunday) and she said that if my ankle wasn't the source of the pain, and if I could wiggle my little toe (quite the challenge if you try to do it by itself!) and if the worst area was the fleshy part between them (yes), then there was no reason to go to a doctor. It just needed rest and ice. I rested and I iced. When the others got ready to go to the pool, I decided to join them. The pool felt good, but when I got out I knew I'd never be able to walk home. For the first time, CD had to drive home from the pool-- across the street and up our driveway!

So here I am, day four. I have found that I can fold a queen sheet while sitting on the sofa, I can hop quite a distance (and it entertains my kids), I can give verbal directions to have Pook start the dryer by himself, I can invite kids to come over to play and entertain my own. Bug can get out (and, under duress, put away) food. Pook can rise to the occasion and really help me out with household errands. He even walked with me, letting me use his shoulders for support.

It is a week that will be without field trips unfortunately. Next week Pook goes to camp. Maybe Bug and I will have some fun without him.