If you’ve been following along, it won’t surprise you to learn tomorrow will mark the two-week anniversary of my ankle sprain.
Which of course means that I have been on this adventure on crutches for practically two weeks.
While the rest of the world has been (understandably) watching a massive manhunt in and around Boston, an explosion in Texas, and locally, preparing for other marathons, Taco Madness in Downtown L.A.’s Grand Park on Saturday, which also includes alcohol (sounds like a perfect pairing for 4/20), and CicLAvia on Sunday, I’m documenting the progress on my ankle. In my little world, that’s a big deal.
I am happy to report that my right foot looks almost normal after an acupuncture treatment yesterday. I broke the news to my acupuncturist and friend from elementary school that unfortunately, I had cheated on her. She took it like the strong woman she is and chuckled. As long as my condition was improving, that is all that mattered, she said.
Then she wanted details.
Where did this take place?
With whom?
Was it better?
I jest. Sort of. She wanted to know where needles were inserted. I am guessing in not enough places. Although the first treatment helped alleviate the pain, my foot was still quite swollen. It is sometimes hard to sleep because of the pain.
But, no, the other acupuncturist didn’t do it better.
After my treatment at Pure Life Acupuncture (my “regular” spot for poking), the bruising was visibly less (meaning it wasn’t as blue) and my foot looked thinner. Almost the way I remember it pre-tree days. (If you don’t get that reference, shame on you! It means you did not read my first blog about my ankle sprain). My foot still has a yellow and green tint to it, with a touch of blue near my toes.
I’m a little more mobile now. I don’t always have to use the crutches. I can go short distances using my right heel/leg as a kickstand. But I don’t do it too often because even that slight amount of pressure makes my ankle hurt.
I’ll be back at my poker’s Torrance office Monday for round two. I’ll make sure to take some photos. I meant to do that yesterday and then got really excited to see that my foot looked almost normal and I forgot.
I have a plan of what I’d like to get done today, but given that’s it’s almost late afternoon and I’m still in my PJs, I’m not sure how much I will be able to check off my list. I’d also like to eat something.
But here goes.
Three of the four piles of laundry that I separated last week — which took me about 30 minutes — are still patiently waiting to be washed. But I haven’t figured out how to get to the basement for laundering. Doing so involves two sets of stairs, and as you may recall, I’m not graceful on crutches. Adding a basket of laundry makes for a perilous situation.
I guess I could just throw the clothes over the railing of my back porch: they should land at the basement door. Then I could go down the steps, like a little kid, on my backside. There are a lot of steps, though. Plus I’m worried one of you might swing by just to photograph me doing that.
While I am on the couch with my leg propped up, I see the little pieces of lint on the rug; the dust and hair on my usually spotless hardwood floor; and the boxes, mail, clothing and other things in my living room that need to be put away.
Cleaning the hardwood floor and kitchen and bathroom flooring usually involves sweeping, dusting and then wiping the floor down with the wet Swiffer cloths. I’d settle for just dry Swiffer-ing. I’m wondering how the ankle will feel about that. I’m guessing it’s voting “no,” just from the pain I’m starting to feel after doing some hobbling sans crutches earlier.
Any volunteers?
You’d have my undying affection, get to ride in The Tank with me to Whole Foods, and get some cheese and crackers out of it.
Maria Hsin 