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Day 83 - ankle

It is 12:25pm, and my grand to-do list for the day is shot.

I’m throwing myself a little pity party, which seems appropriate because I just fell down the stairs. It sounds dramatic when I say it like that. I guess what really happened is that I tried to get to the bottom faster by skipping the last step.

In my defense, the last step was hidden by the blankets I had just thrown down the stairs, so I was sabotaged. Sabotaged by my own actions.

This is obnoxious for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, it hurts. It hurt right away, and my colorful language definitely surprised the dogs. I hobbled myself to the couch where Poppy promptly licked my face while I was trying to catch my breath and decide if I was dying. She only gave up when she heard Amazon Man.

I have since stood up to go do the load of laundry I was carrying when I was viciously derailed by my blankets, and my first step was like “oh, I’m being a baby. This isn’t so bad.” By the time I got to the washer, I was holding onto it for support and balancing on my good foot. The pain was delayed. Rude.

I’m also annoyed because my husband isn’t home. To be clear, I am not annoyed with him. I actually feel for him - he’s been working the whole weekend. A customer he just started working with didn’t know the whole scope of the project, and it took him 6 hours yesterday, and has been there another 3 hours today. And is still not home. So now I have to deal with my own stupidity on my own.

And that to-do list I mentioned? A full 8.5”x11” sheet of paper, 2 columns long worth of things I needed to get to today. Laundry and dishes and grocery shopping and vacuuming. Now that to-do list looks a little like RICE, grocery delivery, and stopping dogs from laying on my ankle. Once my husband gets home and he can help me find either an ace bandage or ankle brace, maybe I’ll be able to tackle some other of the tasks on there. Maybe. Hopefully.

Until then, just on the couch being annoyed with myself. And probably grocery delivery even with a brace.

A quality Sunday if I ever heard one.

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