badly sprained, episode #73

I have sprained my ankle, again, and it's sprained very badly, again. And it was due to these damn SF sidewalks, AGAIN.

Saturday was gorgeous, and we were on our way to the park with Winston. We had blankets to lay on, and beer, and my camera. Halfway there I stepped on the edge of a newly carved hole that the Noe Valley Neighborhood Association has been cutting out to plant trees. But these holes are in the sidewalk, and lots of them aren't filled to the brim with dirt. As we know, if I step on an edge it's a disaster. My ankle rolled out, and I came down with my full weight on the side of my ankle. I felt and heard a snap. I really thought I'd broken my ankle. I went down, fully face down, and I think I actually might have slid a few inches. I was fortunate not to end up with road rash on my face.

A very nice postman dragged a chair over for me, he and JR helped me into it, and then JR ran home and got the truck and picked me up. Here's the drawback to SF: a gazillion steep steps up to your own front door. I had to drag my ass up the stairs because I couldn't hop up, and JR definitely couldn't carry me, as I'm not down to my "fighting weight" yet.

So I spent the entire weekend laid up in bed with my ankle elevated, icing it for the first 12 hours. I can't even put weight on it without excruciating pain. And oh, the goose-egg it became! We finally found crutches this morning, so I'm at work, and I'm barely able to manage the crutches. Even though I do this a lot, it's been a long time since I used crutches. And I was thinner then. Bonus: every step pulls my shirt up further, so I have to keep stopping to pull my shirt back down.

Ah... The Life and Times of Ashley the Klutz. Good stuff.

Update: Not just badly sprained, but also fractured. Even chipped a little bit of bone out as a special bonus. It just gets better and better!