Twisted Ankle

Alright, I did it this time! Yesterday morning I was walking down the deck steps taking out the trash; at the bottom is two slabs of concrete that is uneven. My foot twisted and down I went. Of course, I was home alone except for the dog. (Whom I discovered is no Lassie!) I managed to crawl up the deck steps and get into the house and call Jeff at church. We went to the doctor yesterday afternoon for x-rays and thankfully it isn't broken, just a nice sprain. It is pretty swollen and starting to bruise. I'm keeping ice on it and the doctor gave me an air cast (like a splint) to help stabilize and protect it. I have so much to do with cleaning the other house and unpacking the new one; I just don't have time for this. Why does Jeff have to be preaching on patience this week?