A Wee Problem

So, on Thursday last week, I had a bit of a problem.  You see, I have this invisible puma that follows me around according to DF.  It lies in wait, just being patient for that one moment when I am vulnerable.  Thursday was one of those moments.  I was walking into Renee's back yard, when suddenly the puma struck.

I heard a snap, I went down, and I went down hard.  I thought I had broken my ankle for sure.  Renee grabbed some ice and I hobbled over to the chair where we took assessment of the situation.  The puma was long gone at that point, and I was left with a decision: To ER or not to ER.

I chose UTC instead and Renee drove me there.  They were pretty sure I had not broken the ankle, but that I had a high ankle sprain.  They wrapped the foot in an ace bandage and sent me on my way.

Fast forward to Wednesday of the next week when the ankle was doing worse and was even more swollen than it had been before.  I went to a foot and ankle specialist who took x-rays and assessed the foot.  She was horrified that the UTC people had not casted my foot given that it was a high ankle sprain.  So, I left the doctors office in some high fashion footwear:

The doctor was concerned that I couldn't move my toes.  I am happy to report that as of Friday, the piggies are moving again, so hopefully the worst of this is over.  I go back on Wednesday to make sure that is indeed the case and to have them figure out the rest of the treatment for this lovely puma-induced injury.

So that is the fun story of how a puma kept me away from my blog and all the people that I like.  Damn you, puma!

Knit on...