Thursday night was our undergraduate awards banquet, and as I walked to my car I stepped in a low spot and turned my ankle. I felt something pop and promptly sat on the curb for a couple of minutes. Realizing that at 9:00 at night there was probably no one coming by to save me, I hobbled to the car and drove myself forty minutes to our house. It's my left foot -- not great when you have to work the clutch!
I got up early Friday so I could get it x-rayed on my way into work. Diagnosis: I *might* have broken the tip of my fibula. It's apparently hard to tell. Either way, I'm supposed to treat it like a sprain and stay of my feet.
To add insult to (literal) injury:
- Charlie has a cold (and generally is allergic to housework) so the house looks like a bomb went off -- of course, besides a runny nose, Jaxon feels fine.
- I have a sore throat, cough, and laryngitis, so I sound lovely.
- I still had to go to work for our faculty meeting on Friday.
But I did come home in the early afternoon Friday and spent the rest of the day like this:
Finishing my second-to-last Hoop Up! and watching Dr. Who on Netflix.
I was able to finish Corinne's embroidery last night, and started my last one this morning. Looks like I might be on time!
I also tried to get a better photo of Jennie's circles, but life wasn't cooperating....
If you're looking for me I'm camped out on the couch!