I Was Not Drinking

On the same day that I had to go have an ultrasound on my thyroid (another story in itself), I wound up with a sprained ankle. How, you ask? Our deck is multi-leveled and I ran up a few steps to grab a hose. I somehow pivoted my right foot to go back down the steps and managed to roll my ankle and fall. Fortunately, unemployed College Daughter was home at the time and heard my cry (scream) of agony. And being the level-headed nursing student, she calmly assisted me as I crawled into the house, got me ice, told me I must elevate my leg, no matter how painful, and then called Dad!

Luckily, the sprain was minor and I didn't bother going in for x-rays. I've had enough doctor visits in the last few weeks to last me awhile. I'm up on both feet now, with only a minor hobble. But the elephant ankle look is not attractive. And as irony would have it, I won't be wearing any fancy shoes (see last post) anytime soon.