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Funny prompt for today.
Things have been mildly interesting around here these past few days.
Monday I did paddle board yoga for the first time. First time ever on a paddle board. I loved it!
Tuesday I got talked into going to an event I don’t know how to describe. There was a woman they called a medium who ‘saw’ dead relatives of several audience members. After an AA/church like preamble, she spent an hour giving clues like : there’s a man here who worked with his hands, until someone in the audience claimed it to be a brother or cousin or father. It was believable a couple of times. Overall, probably not my thing, but interesting for sure. I’m still in CT.
Wednesday morning I was getting ready for yoga when I got a text from the guy who was going to dig the hole for the plumber. We had the plan that the plumber would be running water for an outdoor shower and fixing a hose spiget. We would discuss running the water from house to garage, Thursday.
So I was surprised, by the text from this guy. He came with two guys, shovels and an excavator.
The next thing we know he’s pulling back the garden fencing, and they are digging with care, but DIGGING.
G was at work. I didn’t get to yoga. By midday it was a mess.
By the time G came home everyone was a wreck. A pipe was broken, they were adding onto the price after we had already agreed to a higher price (right before they started). No one was ready or expecting any of this!
Yesterday, more digging. G thankfully stayed home. We worked out the price. The plumber showed up, he fixed the pipe, did the majority of the job…
Then, in a horrible moment, I rolled my ankle and fell. Likely sprained it.
It’s swollen. It hurts. I’ve had this ankle roll thing happen off and on, at least four times before in my life. It looks broken thanks to all the swelling, but it never is. I am refusing to go get an X-ray because I’d rather not spend hours waiting to find out what I’m pretty sure I already know.
Rest, ice, compress, elevate
It happened around 3:30 yesterday.
We have plans to go to Vermont tomorrow. I’m supposed to work this afternoon. I have a yoga thing tonight…
I am mostly annoyed at myself for not being more careful, mindful, and not paying proper attention. Which I pretty much learn every day in yoga, and mostly do.
But not in that three seconds.
Weirdly, I’m reading Martha Beck’s latest book, Diana, Herself
I’ve been reading a lot lately, so my high school speed reading course has kicked in. I flew through the book and since I’m now on my back with my foot up for hours, I’m a third of the way through for the second time.
It’s the next book club book. The recommendation came from a reliably good reader. She said it was a bit strange, but she thought it gave her a complete shift of life perspective.
The main character sprains an ankle. Then the story takes a bizarre turn.
I may be at threshold for bizarre today but with no choice except to go with it, here I am.
What might this be about, I can’t help wondering. Just as things were so good. My week started out hopeful and happy with plenty to look forward to.
G thinks we should cancel our trip to Vermont. The lawn is a mess. The hole can’t be filled in for days. The town can’t get out to inspect until Tuesday. Its, of course, raining.
Im going to work in a little while.
My ankle does feel a bit better, though it looks worse. A neighbor brought over crutches. I predict a full recovery, I’m a quick healer, I can tell it’s not legaments so much as just bruised bone. I will be fine. I am fine. But for right now, I’ll laid up, swollen, healing.
So G made me get an Xray
We had a great time in Vermont btw, even though I couldn’t walk
Fractured the inside of my ankle, the tip of my tibia, not the side that swelled out like a goose egg. After seeing the orthopedic doctor, and finding out I didn’t need a cast or surgery. I have been following orders scrupulously. I also sprained the other side. So lots of rest, ice, elevation
Peace Kit 