It's been a long time since I've sustained a bad injury. It's a sprained ankle. I've had them before, but this time I'm in the care of a two year old. It's a different kind of injury when you can't just sit back read a book and recover.
On Wednesday we were on the track, halfway through our workout, running a recovery lap. The kids, Pyper and Charlie decide to run too. Someone asked if they were both mine. Upon turning around to point out my own, I stepped off the inside of the track, a four plus inch difference. I couldn't catch this one because I was looking the other way. I knew instantly it was a bad roll.
I'm always telling Pyper to stop running or walking before turning around. But it's always easier said than done. Pyper has gotten pretty good at it; I guess practice makes perfect.
I'm glad Pyper is old enough to understand the gist of the situation. She understands my foot hurts, I can't carry her, and she needs to be the most awesome helper ever. She also has come to realize that my patience has shortened dramatically. I had to apologize to her last night to make sure she understood that I wasn't frustrated with her, but rather frustrated at the "hurt foot" circumstance.
I'm hoping for a speedy recovery, though I know only rest and time will help.
Pyper's "Profile of a Gimp" Series
Ahhh…. Mommy has an owie and Nurse Pyper is on the job. I hope you survive. Stay off that foot and let Pyper take care of you (wrap you in toilet paper, cook for you, paint you with ketchup, brush your hair etc). I'm sure she'll be super creative in her helpfulness.
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