Yesterday I was coming down the steps of the porch and my ankle turned under me. It just gave out. I heard a ‘pop’ as I went down. Bud was on the porch at the time and saw it happen. The pain was excruciating. It was that type of pain where you can’t think about anything else but the pain and wanting it to stop immediately. It reminded me of the pain I felt when I fractured my pelvis in three places in a car wreck. You don’t want anyone to touch it, and you don’t want to move.
I asked Bud to pray for it, and honestly–I could feel the pain subsiding while he was praying for it. I still couldn’t walk on it. Couldn’t even put the barest minimum of pressure on it. I spent the afternoon with it elevated and an ice pack on it. I eventually moved to the air mattress.
I’ve never been in a position where I absolutely couldn’t get around. I hadn’t realized how many steps I take during the day, and especially, how inefficient my use of them are. With the pelvic fracture, they had me up and around with the walker the day after the accident happened. With my ankle, I tried getting around with a walking stick, and that didn’t work because I couldn’t put any pressure on my foot at all. I tried hopping, but my other leg was not that strong and hopping jostled the injured ankle. I was also afraid I might lose my balance and have to come back onto the injured ankle to steady myself.I tried holding onto and leaning on Bud, but that required putting pressure on the injured ankle to take a step. He tried to carry me, and I was worried that would hurt his back. We had the most success with me riding piggy back on Bud’s back. Finally, I figured out that the easiest thing to do was to CRAWL on all fours, with Bud’s industrial strength knee pads…but that takes a long time, and it’s very tiring.Bud left early evening to go pay his dues to the volunteer fire department. Coincidentally, the man in charge of the fire department (one station of which is just right around the bend on our road) is the Seller’s brother-in-law. He lives right up the road a few miles. While Bud was gone, I wanted to close up the hen house. I can’t stand to be non-ambulatory. I could have waited for Bud to get back, but the sun was going down fast, and I wanted to know that the hens were secure. I also wanted to take a hot bath! It had been rainy most of the afternoon, and I felt a little chilled. I wanted to relax.I got a long piece of a thick branch that I had tried to use earlier and I hopped on one foot, using the branch for stability-couldn’t put that food on the ground at all because it hurt. The action of me hopping with a large pole toward the hen house scared the few lingering hens into the hen house. I was so thankful for that. A few of them love to linger until almost all daylight is gone. I locked them in the hen house. The ground was slippery and wet, and I had almost lost my balance several times hopping on one foot, even with the branch. Thankfully, I had the knee pads on and I crawled back toward the house, crawled up the steps and crawled into the house. Then I crawled to get my nightgown, then I crawled to the bathtub. (Grace thought it was great fun to attack me in the midst of my vulnerability.) Honestly, crawling was the easiest way to go.
I had a nice, long, hot bath and I used, for the first time, my “Honey Blossom” soap that Shanda gave me. I washed my hair and soaked and it just made everything better. I went to bed relaxed and smelling like Honey Blossom Soap and I read on my Kindle for a while. Bud came home, and on my last trip to the potty, Bud met me at the door and I condescended to let him give me a piggy back to the air mattress, rather than crawl. I was never so grateful for a piggy back ride.I had contacted my younger sister about my injury. She knows just about everything regarding health and wellness, especially where natural cures are concerned. It’s a particular area of interest for her. She told me about the R.I.C.E method (Relaxation-Ice-Compression-Elevation). She also has a hotline to God. Whenever I go to her with a prayer request, she PRAYS and she takes that request to the Throne Room and her prayers get answered! She is a true prayer warrior, and I’m so glad I have her. Both of my sisters are prayer warriors and I’m so grateful for them.
This morning when I woke up at 4:30, I was grateful to realize that I had slept the night through, but my bladder was not. Bud asked me if I had to go, and I told him yes. He said that he did too, and he would be able to piggy back me in there if I let him go first. Sounded like a DEAL to me. While he was gone, I wanted to test out the ankle to see how it was this morning, and I was relieved to find out that I could put the slightest pressure on it and hobble around. It’s especially easier with the walking stick.
Bud cooked for me a bacon, cheese and onion frittata (which was very delicious) and cleaned up the kitchen. I have continued to keep my ankle on ice, and I’m trying not to abuse my new-found ambulatory skills. I am praising God that I can get around a little bit, and I’m praising God that my ankle appears to be healing so quickly.