After a morning of chores and getting ready for going to Karlstad for Christmas, I was looking forward to skating. Bunkeberget has a women's session on Sundays before the open session. I'd gone the week before and really enjoyed the camaraderie and getting to skate with less of a crowd. On this day, I was especially excited to skate, since we would be in Karlstad and on the road for a week and thus not skating much. I was late out the door to catch the street car, though, and it was arriving when I was still down the block. I decided that maybe if I booked it, I could make it. Instead my ankle gave out from under me and I took a very graceless fall right in front of a cafe. Having sprained my ankle many times, I knew immediately that it was bad. After convincing all the helpful Swedes that I would be technically okay, and that I could make it home, I hobbled myself back to the apartment. Thank goodness I was so close! When I took my sock off, I had an egg-size lump right where it always is. So... no skating for me. Lots of tears and lots of fear that I had ruined skating for the rest of the trip!
I spent the rest of the day on the couch elevating my foot and alternating compression, ice, and mobility work. THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED FOR MYSELF. I love how, no matter how many times the world tells me that it doesn't really care about my plans, I still get incensed that it had the gall to act against my bidding. I had a bout of full on righteous indignation, flip flopping of course with some serious self criticism for being late out the door, for not keeping up with my PT, and for any other negative things about myself that popped up.
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| At least I had vegan ground meat to ice my foot with, and compression socks to help before Per had a chance to get me an ace bandage. |
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