A Twist

Obstruction: Travel from San Francisco to Atlanta on one foot.

I wish I could say that the earth started shaking again, or I was alpine skiing or doing something terrible sporty and/or romantic, but no, I was walking down a sidewalk, a relatively smooth and even sidewalk. My foot came down funny, twisted outward, I landed with my full weight on my ankle and heard a crunching noise. I grabbed SB so I didn’t fall to the ground. I could no longer put any weight on my foot without severe pain.

After a cab ride to the emergency room, x-rays, pain killer and ice packs, I was in possession of a high tech ankle splint and shiny new crutches. The really good news is that it was just a sprain, not a break. The doctor said it wasn’t severe, but I can’t remember ever having such a painful injury before. I’ve been lucky.

We were flying out the next morning. I hate crutches. I hate airport hassle. I hate pain. I hate being helpless. I hate being pushed around in a wheelchair. Needless to say it was an awesome trip home.

Actually, despite my awful mood and pain, everyone from the first cab driver when I injured myself to the last cab driver who pulled into our driveway was super helpful and sympathetic.

Four days later I was out of the splint and two weeks later my ankle is a little achy but almost back to normal.