I turned my foot yesterday as I was running to the car in the rain. Ouch! Give me Advil and some leather to bite. When I arrived at the elementary school to pick up my grandsons, I wondered if I would be able to walk. I was able to limp up to the Kindergarten line and then escort the boys to the car.
I thought about going to the Fast ER last night, but it was raining, and a class of wine sounded like a better idea. Maybe I could just go to sleep, wake up, and my foot would be happy again. OMG! When I stepped on it this morning, the pain was incredible.
After a trip to the Fast ER, I am relieved to learn that it is a sprain, not a break. I am now the proud owner of a walking boot that goes up to my neck and a sparkling pair of crutches. I must consider my look for tomorrow's classes at the hospital. Who wants one big boot as a teacher? At least I can use one crutch as a really big pointer. It will come in handy for the hospital tour.:)
The crutches make me think about sixth graders. Usually the ones using the crutches aren't the ones that need them. There always seemed to be a bit of crutch envy going on, and eventually some kid would be barreling down the hall using the crutches and collide with a group of students.
One of my friends used the expression, "If it's not broke, don't fix it" just hours before my mishap. At least it's not broken!