when about 45 minutes into the class i completely rolled my ankle, fell as ungracefully as possible, and wound up with this:
Okay, that's not really my foot. maybe the leg hair clued you in...or maybe not. my ankle doesn't look anywhere near that bad, but it is definitely sprained. (and how could i not post that picture? did i make you feel sorry for me? or just gross you out??)
It's been a tricky 27 hours here at our house. Thank heavens for my sweet Grace who climbed the pantry to get a bag of pretzels yesterday that was our lunch, our snack and our dinner. And thank heavens (i can't believe i'm saying this) that Eliza just wants to be held ALL THE TIME. She's never been happier since all i can do is sit here and hold her. And thank heavens that Abby wants to read books here on the couch with me all day.
Reid came home 30 minutes early yesterday, went in 90 minutes late this morning, and has been really helpful with the girls. I was kinda hoping he'd come home and pamper me, feel sorry for me, massage me, etc. But, i'm pretty sure he just thinks that i'm a total wimp. I mean, how many times can he reference Michael Scott's Foreman grill-burnt foot without me thinking that?!?!? Well, wimp or not, everything i've read says to try to take it easy--esp the first 24-48 hours. So, i've got my leg elevated, i've been ice-ing it, and it's currently wrapped up nice and tight.
I'm really wishing i'd done even just a little bit of work around the house yesterday morning before going to the gym. This has been a good little wake-up call/reminder about not procrastinating things. I'm pretty sure this lesson will stick with me for one whole week once i'm back on me feet :) Does anyone know if there's some direct and inherent correlation between people who procrastinate and people who never learn their lesson. It'd make me (and my ankle) feel a little better if i knew that there was...