Friends,
It’s now been a week since my tragic badminton accident, and if I can serve no higher purpose on this earth, let it be this this—do whatever you can to avoid an ankle sprain. Between the braces, ice (frozen berry mix, actually), filthy ACE bandages and my brand new cane, I certainly looked the part of a damaged invalid. I was quite a spectacle at work, wincing with every step and gobbling up ibuprofen like mints from grandma’s candy dish.
Not a pretty sight.
Now I can use the stairs again and I’m walking brace-free. Not pain-free, but I’m now working without a net, people. How long will it take for me to give it a another little tweak? Folks do it all the time, I’ve heard. They get cocky and start doing too much, too fast, only to make the injury much worse.
I’ve been hoping beyond hope for some rain in my parched little town. Thankfully, some semblance of monsoonal flow has moved in and it softly rained all night last night. Leave it to me to worry about slippery stairs.
Your (basket case) pal,
– bob