Luc is showing me how sorry he is for what he did to me yesterday.
One of my new accessories. Old, muddy work coat for the background. :D
A pair is not required with this accessory, thank God.
Ice pack beside the new accessory.
Knee pads when I get tired using the crutches. Oh, yes, here is the Advil, the anti-inflammatory.
So how did I come by these items and why? Well, yesterday on the way home from the Christmas luncheon, I saw about a year-old English Setter running down the road. I stopped to see if he had a collar and tags; and if so, get him into the car to take him home in order to call the owner. He was young, lost, and scared. He would not come to me.
I decided to go home, pick up Luc, some food, water to see if I could lure him into the car. Hubby decided he would go along too, which was a good idea as it played out. I know Luc goes into hyper-exuberance upon seeing anyone or any dog. However, I thought I could control him with the leash that snaps around my waist.
He was all excited when I got him out of the Jeep, but when he saw the dog, he went nuts. I was on gravel, he was pulling and jumping all over the road, and started pulling me into a barbed wire fence. As I was trying to avoid the fence, I stepped down into a small ditch, the ankle rolled, I went down, and it took about 5 minutes for me to gather the courage to get up. Hubby helped me up, I hopped over to the Jeep, sat down in the tailgate area, and there was a golf-sized swelling on the right ankle. We still tried to get the dog, but he was not having anything to do with us. If I had taken Maggie, who is easier to control, I think we could have gotten the dog into the car.
After about 10 or so minutes, we went home. I hopped from the car to the grass, crawled to the porch, then slid on my backside into the house. As an aside, it is a tad humiliating to be crawling around the ground or floor at 70 years old! We filled a bucket with water and ice into which I plunged my foot. A bit of trivia, I understand that ballet dancers keep a bucket filled with ice water to plunge a foot into if a sprained ankle is suspected.
Anyway, my ankle looked pretty bad and we decide that perhaps I should go to the doctor for an xray -- just to be on the safe side. That decision was a good one because I did crack the tip of my ankle. Since the bone is still in place, I'm to ice for the rest of today and then start wearing the boot tomorrow for a month. By the weekend, though, I should be back in gear for some more Christmas decorating. :D
I hope I can drive a car since it is the right foot. Anyone had an experience with a right foot in a boot? I will be genuinely cramped if I cannot drive a car. Oh, and when I can walk normally again, Luc is going to have some serious obedience training!
Until next time, God bless and Merry Christmas!