Okay, I kind of have a feet thing.  I hate feet they are gross and disgusting and I normally would never post pictures of my foot.  Today I make an exception.  So if you also don’t like to look at feet feel free to skip.

For a couple of months I’ve been meeting with some friends to play volleyball/basketball on Wednesday nights.  We started playing volleyball and never got quite enough people to play so then we started playing basketball.  I don’t play either sport very well but liked doing it for the exercise and also for the company.  Well last night things turned sour for me.  After I went up for a shot I landed on a friends foot.  That was the end of that.  My foot quickly rolled off and, yep, it’s sprained.  This isn’t the first time I have sprained this particular foot.  Actually it’s the fourth.  It never feels good and takes a long time to get back to normalcy but I have to say that with each sprain it gets a little easier.  Not the pain that still sucks but at least I know what to do about it now.

I remember the first time I sprained my ankle.  I was probably around nine.  We were getting ready to head out for Disneyland.  My grandpa was watching us while my parents were getting some last minute things for our trip.  We were racing back and forth in the front lawn and at some point I rolled my ankle while turning to run the other way.  I went in the house and my siblings convinced me not to tell grandpa, mom, or dad.  I don’t blame them.  We were afraid my parents would cancel the trip.  It wasn’t until about 4 hours into the trip when we stopped at a rest stop and we all got out to “get the wiggles out.”  My siblings again started to race, not wanting to be left out, I also tried and immediately realized I couldn’t walk on it let alone run.  My mom noticed and the story unfolded.  We did end up going to Disneyland where I spent a lot of that time in a baby stroller. Very embarrassing for a nine year old but I suppose I deserved it.  I did ask my mom if we had told her about it before we left if we would have gone and she said probably not.  So my siblings and I were justified in not telling her …right?!.

I’m really thankful that when I sprained it this time that I had great friends who helped me out.  One had a compression bandage in hercar.  We were at the church so another went and got ice from the kitchen.  We got it all wrapped up and they helped me out to a car and drove me home.  Another friend followed in my car.  They were so great and I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish playing.  I’m also grateful for a wonderful husband who was there for me when I got home to carry me into the house.  He also stayed up with me until the pain subsided a little and I could relax.  Well I guess this is one way for me to get a day off.  Not able to do much around here so I just need to learn how to relax and enjoy it.

Where'd the ankle go?

These pictures don't do it justice it really looks gross