This weekend was a blur of preparation for the annual 4th of July parade barbecue on the Lockardugan Great Lawn. The challenge was to get everything ready for the party and put our house back together in three days’ time. I’m pleased to say we got it all done in time and had a great afternoon to boot, but there was one casualty: I pulled my Achilles tendon at some point on Saturday as I was moving furniture around. Sunday morning I woke up to a swollen ankle and a day of hopping around on one foot.
I wish I could tell you exactly how it happened, but there was no Joe Theismann moment when I heard it pop. The nurse practitioner couldn’t really tell me much yesterday, so I have an appointment to see a ‘specialist’ today who can diagnose any major problems. In the meantime, I’m not driving anywhere (it’s the right foot, naturally) so I’m playing hooky.
Sheez…you never mentioned that on the phone last night. Was it because I didn’t let you get a word in edgewise, maybe? I did the same thing about a month ago, filling in on the company softball team. First play of the game. If I’d come off the field, we’d have forfeited, so I stood there snivelling for seven innings. I did have a Theismann moment, too–be glad you didn’t.
Yeah, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that important. The word is that it’s a pull and not a tear, on the inside of the ankle, and that it’ll take a while to heal. So it’s going to be some time before I can start hoisting ladders around here….sigh.
Baby it for a little while and you’ll be fine. I was over it in about five days. Take it easy this weekend (God’s way of telling you that, is what it sounds like) and you’ll be ready to go.