I want to apologize to anyone that was waiting for my Friday post. I had a problem with renewing my domain and wasn’t able to upload anything until now. It was a slip-up, and I’ve been noticing myself having trouble posting at regular intervals. I’d promised myself I’d make sure this stays consistent, but I am a work in progress, so I’ll have to keep on me. Now on to the regularly-scheduled post!

I twisted my ankle the other night. Not just twisted, mind you; I full-on landed on the side of my foot. I was taking my dog Lexi for a walk, and she saw the one dog in our neighborhood that she loves. Lexi is a rescue, so she’s bad about making friends. She also had too many other dogs in the neighborhood take a drastic approach to meeting other dogs, so she hasn’t had the best learning experience. When she met Odie, though, it was in that sweet moment where she was still willing to try meeting dogs. And Odie is a sweetheart; he will take whatever abuse she dishes out, he will happily play with her, and won’t get angry or flustered with her no matter how much she tries his patience. I love my baby Lexi; she’s a sweetheart, but when she plays she is a spoiled brat. She has tons of energy, she wants to play rough, and she only likes to win.

There was a time I’d worried that Odie was just humoring her, but his owners and I have noticed how the two both perk up, start wagging their tails, and get really excited to meet up every time. They’re good friends.

Well, this Thursday night, Lexi saw them walking past our house as I was getting us ready to go out. She was excited to catch up to him and play, and she was pulling pretty excitedly. I walked at a brisk pace to help her catch up to her buddy. This has happened a few times; I’ll even occasionally jog with her so she can run to catch up to him. This time, though, as we were picking up pace, I plopped my left foot on the edge of the sidewalk. I didn’t think anything of it, since the grass looked tall enough to have soil right next to the sidewalk. Nope. The soil was a good 2-3 inches lower than the sidewalk, and the grass was cut to make it look level with the sidewalk instead. My foot twisted, I landed with my full body weight on the side of my foot, and I heard an unpleasant popping sound followed by intense pain. I actually felt like I was being melodramatic when I fell because it took a beat for the pain to hit. Then I could hear myself thinking “Oh, I need to fall down if I don’t want to scream.” I collapsed just to get the weight off of my foot. It hurt like hell, and my neighbor even offered to drive me back to my house if I thought it was bad. I didn’t see any specific issues like, say, a bone sticking out, and the pain did eventually start to ebb, so I simply waited for the dogs to stop playing and limped my way back home. Lexi was annoyed because her play date and walk were both cut short, but she eventually understood that playtime was over. I elevated and iced it immediately, and then the real pain hit. I don’t know if I sprained it or had a micro fracture, even now, but the pain has subsided considerably in the two days since I started treating it. I’ve even taken ibuprofen to help reduce the swelling.

It may sound normal, but I’ve mostly hated taking meds my whole life. I have outdoor allergies, so I’ve almost always had to be on meds just to function outdoors. I don’t like taking meds. Nowadays, I have 4 different daily meds. I still hate it. I’ve actually repeatedly forgotten to try and take meds when I have splitting headaches or actively chosen to muddle through just so I wouldn’t rely on them. So when I tell you my first instinct was to take ibuprofen, AND that I did it? You know I was taking this seriously.

It’s been two days, and my foot does seem better. I’m no longer limping, though I am getting some bursts of pain. My mother left me her boot from when she broke her foot, and I did notice wearing it for some time had made it feel a lot better. I’ll probably wear it from time to time in the next few days. If I’m still experiencing pain over the next week, I’ll talk to my doctor about getting an X-ray to make sure there wasn’t a micro-fracture. I had one in my wrist years ago, or so I assume. I’d waited so long before talking to a doctor that, by the time they X-rayed it, they could no longer tell if it was a micro-fracture or a bruised bone. Yeah, you can bruise your bones. Did not know that before the doc said it.

Anyway, take care of yourselves. Pain is never really fun. At least not for me. I’m told some people enjoy it, but I do not like pain in the slightest. I prefer sweets. I’m going to go eat a cupcake. Later!