the ankle so nice she fell on it twice
Mar. 17th, 2019 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensI apologise - it's been a few weeks. I've had my head down in edits (and in day job work, to be fair).
At least I get next week off. I'm going down to visit my parents and plan to be lazy - well, apart from more work on edits, and trying to write another chapter and a half for book 6, but these things happen. (Every time I say something about "these things happen", I have a flashback to the Phantom of the Opera musical, which I listened to obsessively as a teenager, and one of the managers feebly trying to get Carlotta to stay on the job with, "These things do happen...")
I'm also inconvenienced by a sprained ankle. I managed to fall over on Saturday last (the 9th) while in Lancaster, and I have nobody to blame but myself for that: I was looking around a small fabric shop (as one does), which had several small floor levels and steps between them, and I'd just been warned by the shopkeeper to be careful. So I thanked her politely, turned round, took a couple of steps, and whoops, missed a step. And presto, sprained ankle. Luckily I remembered how to treat it from a previous sprain three years ago, and still had the tubigrips from then around, so it was manageable. I was actually feeling slightly smug until I slipped again, on the same ankle, while walking into work two days ago. (To be fair, that was due to unevenness in the pavement, and I think I would normally have caught myself without falling over - if my ankle hadn't been weaker than normal.) So this second fall seems to have put me back about a week. Very irritating. It'll certainly make getting down to my parents via train more awkward than it might have been otherwise.
(And yes, I am treating it with RICE, rest, compression, elevation, etc, and all that. And I will be giving it plenty of rest next week.)
So I'm looking forward to a peaceful, restful week, and please let me not have jinxed myself by saying that . . .
At least I get next week off. I'm going down to visit my parents and plan to be lazy - well, apart from more work on edits, and trying to write another chapter and a half for book 6, but these things happen. (Every time I say something about "these things happen", I have a flashback to the Phantom of the Opera musical, which I listened to obsessively as a teenager, and one of the managers feebly trying to get Carlotta to stay on the job with, "These things do happen...")
I'm also inconvenienced by a sprained ankle. I managed to fall over on Saturday last (the 9th) while in Lancaster, and I have nobody to blame but myself for that: I was looking around a small fabric shop (as one does), which had several small floor levels and steps between them, and I'd just been warned by the shopkeeper to be careful. So I thanked her politely, turned round, took a couple of steps, and whoops, missed a step. And presto, sprained ankle. Luckily I remembered how to treat it from a previous sprain three years ago, and still had the tubigrips from then around, so it was manageable. I was actually feeling slightly smug until I slipped again, on the same ankle, while walking into work two days ago. (To be fair, that was due to unevenness in the pavement, and I think I would normally have caught myself without falling over - if my ankle hadn't been weaker than normal.) So this second fall seems to have put me back about a week. Very irritating. It'll certainly make getting down to my parents via train more awkward than it might have been otherwise.
(And yes, I am treating it with RICE, rest, compression, elevation, etc, and all that. And I will be giving it plenty of rest next week.)
So I'm looking forward to a peaceful, restful week, and please let me not have jinxed myself by saying that . . .
