I know, I know my grammar is terrible, but that's exactly how I feel. It all started EARLY Saturday morning as I faithfully met Ariel at her pool to complete our "triple play" for the day. All went well with the swim, no swallowed frogs or murderer attacks. But, as we ran up the hill it all started to go horribly wrong. I (of course) forgot my keys and sprinted back down the hill. Once at the pool I couldn't open the gate. It's only a little fence, so me in all my 27 years of wisdom decided to jump it. As the ball of my left foot hit the ground it was over. I did something horribly wrong to it. I hobbled through the rest of our workout and spent the rest of the day on the couch, miserable.
While on the couch I debated wether or not to go to urgent care. What were they going to do? Tell me my foot was hurt? Thanks, but I think I figured that one out on my own. Also, I know full well I should the RICE routine, it's just hard to follow in my current situation. Let me explain:
REST: Have you met my two little guys?
ICE: I'm allergic to the cold. Seriously, I break out in hives if I get too cold. Which would you pick? Swollen, deformed foot or itchy, swollen foot?
Compression: Did I mention I got an ant bite on the arch of my foot at Matts' soccer game. This may not seem like a big deal but, I'm also allergic to our lovely Georgian ants. Reed was fascinated to watch my ankle swell up until I had no ankle.
Elevation: No, real problem here, but give me a minute I'm sure something will come up.
But, that's not all, as the day went on I came down with Gray's wicked cold. No wonder the child's been ornery. This left me debating the virtues of anti-inflammatories for my foot or cold medicine for my cold.
When it rains it pours.
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