Remember how we went skating the other day? It was fun... I skated around with the boys... no falling, no drama. I walked home. I went out to do groceries. I walked around the store. I drove home. I put the groceries away. I worked for a bit. I stayed up to watch our new guilty pleasure show (saving that for another post) and then I went to bed. At around 2am, I woke up to a painful foot. I thought that, maybe, I had a cramp. No problem- I went back to sleep. When I got up in the morning, I could barely walk. Needless to say, I had to drive in and hobble around work. It ended up being so bad that I went to the emergency room at the local hospital last night.
Good news = no broken bones.
Bad news = bad sprain.
Even worse news = I don't even know how I got the sprain.
Even worse news = I don't even have a good story on how I got the sprain. No amazing soccer move. No action filled brush against danger. No dazzling wipe out. No cool sports injury. Nothing. The ER doctor asked me what happened. I had to answer "I have no idea". Sounds super lame. He just nodded. Boring, I bet he thought! Not only did I have NO GOOD REASON TO HAVE A STUPID SPRAIN but- to add salt to the wound- when you cannot walk, the hospital always requires you to report to the room at the absolute END of the hallway... far, far away. No offer of a crutch. No look of empathy for having to do some strange hop down the hallway. Nothing.
Anyway, after a few hours at the hospital, I came home with a prescription for some strong anti-inflammatories and instructions to put my feet up for the next few days. Maybe I need to invent a good sprain story.... any ideas? ;)
Happy Friday! xox