I am not happy with my ankles. Oh, they look fine, but they aren’t very supportive. Never have been. I don’t merely mean I can’t ice skate (which I can’t), but I have to be so careful just walking around. Needless to say, I’ve given up sexy heels and cute shoes in favor of grandma frumpies, since falling at my age is no joke. I have fallen a lot over the years, less in the past 10, yet these falls have been more traumatic.
When I was a kid, I sprained my ankle many times (usually the right one, I think) and my mom would tape it up for a few days. It’s not like I did anything crazy either ~ my ankle would wobble and turn over nothing. And it hurt so much. Welp, nothing has changed. The other week my right ankle suddenly wobbled and I fell on my left side. My ankle wasn’t sprained, but it ached for a few days. But unlike when I was 10, falling at age 60 means that my back is even more messed up than usual. For over 2 weeks now, the sciatica down my left leg has been horrendously painful.
This is partly why I have been less active on my blog ~ it’s too hard to focus on writing fiction when I’m in so much discomfort. Every day I wake up with my left leg throbbing and it takes a while before I can even THINK about anything else. The pain is a little better now, but there’s still a long way to go before my “normal” level of back pain resumes. But I don’t blame my back ~ this entire fiasco is my right ankle’s fault! Why are you so wobbly?!
Image from Happy Color.
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