Do Not Laugh at My Toes!!!

The short story is after returning home from a long day at my MIL’s on Friday, taking a well deserved shower, and parking myself at the kitchen island, I had a hankering for pistachios. I took two steps in their directions and something on the right side of my right ankle went ‘twang.’ That’s as far as I got. I hobbled back to my stool and sent my DH for snacks. He brought GF pretzels and Parmesan cheese pucks. I couldn’t walk/bear weight on my right foot. I tried my mom’s cane. My DH excavated the crutches from under the house. Advil, elevation, ice, gentle compression is all I knew to do. Sleep wasn’t great.

This morning we went to the walk-in clinic in the neighborhood. I told the doc the short story and the long story: 3.5 weeks ago I was working with the horrible 12’ ladder. Up and down, dragging it around, and then my knee got grumpy, particularly when walking downstairs. Shortly after my ankle got grumpy. So I’ve been doing this clumsy ballerina toe step when going downstairs to protect my knee’s sensibility. Yesterday driving was making my ankle pissy. Change foot position, and carry on, right? I spent the day up and down the stairs (on point…) and in the garden (descent slope).

The doc thinks I’ve torn a ligament. Hopefully just one. A sprain ultimately caused by the way I was walking to protect my knee. Yesterday I pushed it over the line. He’s referred to PT and the podiatrist who took care of me when I shattered the great joint in my left big toe. He wants me to chill (literally), rest, elevate, and Advil as needed, for the next couple of weeks before diving into the podiatrist and PT. In part because we’re heading to the coast for 5-days at the end of the week. He gave me a smile and said, “Go enjoy yourself, just don’t be walking!”