My ankle blew up on Friday. It looked like there was a tennis ball trying to escape the left side of my left ankle. It was debilitating and it rendered me useless for the weekend. Today it looked like there was something a little larger than a golf ball trying to exit — maybe a racquetball. The pain wasn’t nearly as bad either, so I took this opportunity to stroll up the hill to a mailbox. Walking uphill and on flat land was fine, but coming back down the hill was uncomfortable. That little excursion also increased the swelling a bit.
It just sucks feeling helpless and immobile. That feeling leads to thoughts about not having a job with health insurance…which leads to worries about Noot’s visa…which all adds up to a feeling of “Vttttttt!” Gotta stay positive though!