I am on the very last rung of this chain…
I woke up on Sunday … dreams aside, and stretched my body. It felt good for a second, then suddenly everything in me was taken over by pain. It rained hard on Sunday night and my bones reacted accordingly. I won’t drag you through the self-pain-discovery phase of my weekend (as things progressed) but here and now, I’m one miserable kitten.
My right ankle feels broken. I have no way to describe it other than that. I attempt to put weight on it and it not only collapses, it shoots a screaming pain through my body until I let up. If I keep it in the air, near motionless, I get a reprieve from the pain and can only feel the throbbing.
D yelled at me last night to go get an x-ray…said it was really important and that if I didn’t go, he’d drag me. Fair enough then. This morning, however, I’m pleased to report that although my ankle is worse, my knee is now also affected which means that I likely didn’t break anything. If this goes as per norm, the pain will crawl to my knee (already is) then to my hip. Hopefully I won’t have a sciatic flare at the end of the line. My other ankle is acting a little dicey this morning too.
I also got my period this morning, so horrible cramps and diarrhea have been added to the mix, along with an upset tummy I got from eating an apple for breakfast.
Should. Have. Stayed. In. Bed.