I'm down. I twisted my ankle yesterday, in the snow, walking to the chicken house.(Did I mention that I hate snow?) The snow just gave way under my foot and down I went. Luckly Luke did not see me. That would have been bad. I couldn't have hobbled over to sit on an old wheel, if I had to fight off a St Bernard at the same time. Anyway, when I got over and set on the wheel, I jerked off my boot. I didn't care that I almost passed out when I done it, if I had to go to the hospital for this ankle, they were NOT going to cut my new boot off my foot. Priorities man! One good thing about the snow though, I stuffed my foot down in a drift to keep it from swelling much. (Once again, I still hate snow!) I set on the wheel for a while forcing myself to breath in and breath out. Hubby was at one of our neighbor's house fixing his snowplow. I had to get in the house somehow. Finally, I sat there long enough that my foot went numb. I hobbled, as best that I could, back into the house. Once I got in, then I could see how bad it was. Just an ordinary sprain. I've had sprained ankles my whole childhood. The ER people practically knew me by my first name when I walked in the door. I thought I had done good. I haven't had a bad sprain in a long while.(I didn't count the broken foot I had 3 yrs ago. That wasn't my ankle. lol)
So now, I'm sitting on the couch, bored out of my mind,looking at all the things that need to be cleaned. If I were fine, I wouldn't have noticed how dirty it is in here. But since I can't do anything about it now, it's FILTHY! lol. I should be up and at'em in a couple days, I'm sure. Maybe I'll play my fiddle some.
"Can someone get my fiddle!?"
Well maybe I'll just watch some MORE tv. I think they are trying to tell me something.
So until next time,
Small Farm Girl, hop-a-long