Where It’s At

I got two sprained ankles and a microphone. Can’t get that Beck song out of my head. It pops up every time I think or talk about my situation. Relevant pictures will follow the text, but they’re pretty gross, so this is your warning.

I have two sprained ankles and two injured knees. The pain from my left lower leg was so intense, I paid little attention to the right immediately following my fall. (See prior post “Free Fall”) On the day I twisted to the floor, I used a cane after, but wasn’t adept. I applied nearly regular weight on the right side to get around. It hurt, but everything did.

The day after the fall, I asked my husband to check out my “good” ankle because it was hurting, especially if pressure was applied which bowed my ankle outwards. Ooooh, lawdy. It was swelling but there was no bruising. We agreed it probably got tweaked a little as I went down.

Three days out, my bruises came out in full bloom. Well, they’ll probably look worse still before they get better. Extensive blue and purple on my good right foot surprised me.

Now, I’m feeling sad and overwhelmed. I was already irritated at having to incorporate the left ankle pain into my “regular” fibromyalgia pain, but now it’s both ankles. Sprains are going to take months to heal; I twisted one ankle badly years ago. Treating with RICE: rest, ice, compression and elevation. Doctor’s appointment Thursday.

I don’t have much to say, just a post expressing my frustration. One might say “whining” even. I have enjoyed writing this post for nearly two hours this morning, and that’s worth something.

It’s a fine mess. Here are the pics.

Published by Sara Z

Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics. I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose.

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