It should have been my name.
Accident prone am I. Thankfully it’s never anything life threatening, but that’s probably because I’m no risk-taker.
Yesterday I slipped off the bottom stair tread. I didn’t fall, exactly. My ankle didn’t turn. I can’t even begin to explain it, but I somehow managed to remain upright. A little “ow” but I walked it off and continued to my room where I settled in to commence my paid work.
Hours later, upon getting up to do my usual running around, I was struck with the most incredible and unexpected pain.
I don’t know what the heck part of my foot or ankle I hurt because the entire thing was just pain on pain on pain. I could barely put any weight on it and, after fighting back the tears from a combination of the pain itself and the shock of the onset of the pain, attempted to figure out how to hobble-hop upstairs to use the bathroom before having to head out to do some absolutely necessary errands.
Anyway, suffice it to say, the evening’s activities involved driving and more walking than I probably should have done. Each time I had to stand up again I was in more pain than the last. By the time I got home I was literally unable to walk and crawling around on my hands and knees.
Took some 600mg ibuprofen, propped my foot up on a stack of pillows and packed some ice packs around it. I woke up this morning with the pillows on the floor and the ice packs under the bed, but the pain (swelling probably?) was much reduced and seemed mostly confined to my heel rather than my ankle.