My ankle. Yep. I sprained it. I'm completely laid up and waaaay beyond frustrated.
It happened Sunday night. I had just finished taking Alyssa to Prompt Care for an ear infection. I was walking out of Kmart carrying Alyssa and her meds when I hit an uneven patch of ice/snow and went down - hard. I sat there in the snow crying with Alyssa looking at me with huge eyes asking,"Mommy? You ok Mommy?" I finally managed to crawl over to the van, get her and myself in and call Andrew. Of course, Andrew answered and feared the worst...I'd been in some big accident or something. After he realized that it was just a sprained ankle the thought was, well you'll be ok in a couple hours, right?? Hah, right. When I sprain, I don't mess around. None of this able to walk on it in a few hours stuff. I swell up huge and can't put any weight on even my pinky toe without horrendous pain.
So, now I'm stuck in a recliner trying to keep my ankle above my heart so I don't swell even bigger, wondering how I'm going to keep control of kids who know I can't come flying out of the chair at them.
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