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Friday, June 12, 2015

Mis-Stepping Out

I missed you!!!!!

My last blog entry was three looooong months ago (to the day), mere minutes before The Mis-Step that changed my world, my day to day routine, my life, my attitude, and my ankles. . . . and proved that couches can be important, Warrior Princesses do exist and I have the Very Bestest Hubster in the Universe!!

The story - I slipped on a single solitary step (in my tall home where three flights of stairs live) on my way downstairs to have lunch with Hubster. Neither of us got lunch that day. . . . 

(The scene of The Mis-Step)



That bottom one. . . right there. Dumb *&^%$ step. Thank goodness the landing was there to catch my fall. Or something like that. Hrmph.




Yeah. The story's boring. Sorry. I really should try to come up with something more exciting like sky diving over Niagara Falls, or practicing my tightrope routine across the Grand Canyon, or scaling Mt. Everest in flip flops. But, no. I just slipped. Crashed. Buckled. Folded. . . in my own house. *yawn*

So here's the saga of The Ankles and The Mis-Step. . . And let me just say - the toes are the stars of the show!

March 12:
After the not-so-quick trip to the emergency room. . . . and one broken leg (right above the ankle) and one sprained ankle (go big or go home. . . one good stumble deserves a double. . . .  no jealousy between ankles. . .though the broken one seemed to get all the attention. Better footwear, perhaps?) ice, elevation, pain pills, and a brace. Not necessarily in that order. Welcome to the couch!






March 20:
After surgery on the broken bone I've got a new quite fashionable (humor me, here) knee high boot. I'm being pampered like a princess and may just stay here in the hospital... I mean, pudding at my beck and call?!?!? If only they had cookies - so guess I'll go home tomorrow. 



March 21:

And I did - back to the couch where Hubster helped me stack, fluff, arrange, wad up, and toss around 17 pillows of all shapes and sizes. Warrior Princesses like to be comfy!



March 28:

Bye Bye in the car! Off on an adventure to get . . . . chocolate!!!!!




March 29:

Cold toes and I snuck the ankles outside for a bit of sunshine. 




April 1:
Post-Fleetwood Mac concert. Positively EXHAUSTED! Tickets had been purchased months before the misstep, surgeon and physical therapist said I could go - but to expect to be exhausted. I'd waited 33 years to see Fleetwood Mac. . .had great tickets (Row P, center section, on. the. floor.) and the concert venue did its best to be as accommodating as possible. . . The exhaustion was worth it. Couldn't have made it happen without Hubster - he's Awesome that way.




April 3:

New knee high footwear in *black*! Very stylish with five Velcro straps and extra wide sole. Will be in style for the next month or so - especially fashionable with coordinating crutches! Will be allowed to start walking on it somewhat in a couple weeks.....




April 7:

Me and my ankles cast our vote! Even broken legs are patriotic.




April 10:

Nice to enjoy a cocktail on the back patio (the first since before the accident) - not just because of the wonderfully warm weather, but because of, well. . . . everything else too. CHEERS!




April 24:

Stylin' in my favorite distressed cropped jeans. So much better than stretchy shorts and sweat pants! But do these pants make my ankle look big?




May 1:

Recovery is best with a buddy. . . a furry feline buddy named Frazer.




May 11:

SCORE! Matching footwear. . . I didn't say matching anklewear - I said matching FOOT wear!




May 15:

Bye bye in the car is The Best!!




June 4:

Going bye bye in the car.......by myself! Off to the surgeon, 45 minutes away from home, to see what he thinks of my ankles:-) 



Later that same day. . . Doc said it was time to wean off the braces and physical therapy. . . but it was still going to be awhile before I walk without a hobble. Or something like that. Oh. And I have fine bones.



Three months and counting - but I'll be ready to polka soon. Maybe even tango. Heck, I'd be happy to walk through our walnut-strewn yard and the neighbor's gravel driveway without trepidation. Or how about going down steps like a normal person - one foot per step. Without hesitation or white-knuckling the banister. Sigh.

Someday. . . . SOON.


Have a No Mis-Step kind of day -

Robin Z

BTW - You can call me Warrior Princess. I'll let you.

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