So THIS happened yesterday. At the second winery in Ronda I was being led down a pebbly slopey path and …. whoosh! …. suddenly I was down. And dammit, I knew something was wrong right away, but what was I going to do? I still had another bodega to visit and wasn’t going to get home any quicker because my bus didn’t leave until 6 pm. But by the time I got home last night my foot and ankle were all swollen and hurt like a mofo.
Once home I applied a large bag of frozen peas and considered cancelling my CT scan that was scheduled for 8.30 the next morning. But in a way it was “lucky” that I had the scan because I may not have gone to get my foot looked at otherwise. So after the scan I hobbled over to emergency to have it x-rayed. Turns out nothing is broken, and I was given a tension bandage, so that’s all good. Except for the hurting like a mofo bit.
Also looks like tomorrow I’ll be doing a sherry tour on crutches! I know I should be staying home but I also have to pay my rent.
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How absolutely blerghy. Remember Mama Sled’s maxim: ask a sprained joint to move as much as you can safely tolerate. The tissues that are damaged get most of their circulation from osmotic pumping instead of actual capillary circulation.
It happens to me like that too. First time I ripped my ankle to sh*t, just out of high school, I just went down on the sidewalk before I knew what happened. I was walking into the store to buy tampons and the boyfriend who’d stopped there at my request was sitting in the car, too mortified to go in with me, looking away just in case someone connected him with such an unspeakable errand, so he didn’t see me go down, or pick myself up and march on in to take care of business, because you gotta do what you gotta do. Spoiler: I dumped him.
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When I was I guess about 18 or 19, I needed pads but had no money. So I went to my Dad and said “I need some money. I’m out of pads.”
A little later, my little brother, then 7 or 8 walked up and handed me a pack of multi-coloured notepads. I was mystified and he said I heard you tell Dad that you needed pads, so I got you some…”
I’m afraid I burst out laughing and said “Not those kinds of pads!”
I felt really badly because he started crying and I had to tell him that I really appreciated him thinking of me. It was really sweet of him especially because he had spent his own pocket money to buy me something he thought I really needed…
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That is so feckin sweet. I’d have loved having a brother like that.
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Painful to many bodegas lol still I guess that it took your mind off the pain….🙏😀
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Nothing wrong with a man going to get tampons, I can’t figure out why some men won’t get them it seems ridiculous to me…
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