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The injury list continues

November 5, 2012 - Jennifer Brookens
Apparently, I've come across some heavier form of bad luck than usual. Just as the bruising fades from my nose and forehead, I have a new injury to nurse.

My daughter and I just capped off a mother-daughter morning at the salon: new haircuts and styles, and she got her first manicure. Needless to say, she was excited to show it off for her friend's party that afternoon. When I pulled up to her friend's house, my intention was just to let her out. After all, she's getting to that age when it's not necessarily cool to have your mom hanging over you. But she said, "Come up with me." I didn't think it was necessary; after all, she's been to this friend's house before. But I was flattered. So I got out and we started toward the driveway. Her friend was at the door waving at us, and as I went to wave back, it happened. I felt my step on uneven ground, that all-too-familiar-to-me sprained ankle pain, and down I went. Great, I thought. Nothing like wiping out in front of an audience. After assuring my daughter I would be OK (though I wasn't sure of it myself at that point) I sent her down to the house without me.

As I tried to get up, I realized this was a bad one, I wasn't going to be able to walk this one off. The girls had left the doorway, more excited about birthday presents and games instead of a mother rolling around in the yard. I had to use their mailbox to pull myself up and hobble back into the van. I was the slow driver on the way home, annoying all the people behind me because I couldn't push too hard on the accelerator, and was fearful of if I needed to slam on the brakes. Fortunately, I made it home without incident. Once home, my telltale foot dragging told the husband that I had repeated my most infamous of injuries. He grabbed the towels, ice pack and ibuprofen, and as he helped me set up on the couch, he said, "I really do like your haircut."

I was glad he noticed.

Two days later, my bad foot is in "the boot," and I'm relying on family and friends to drive me around. I had forgotten what a pain - literally and figuratively - spraining my ankle is. I really could have done without this reminder. Can we lay off the injuries now?!


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