Long ago I read a story about the ultimate knitter injury: something happens to your foot or leg that would require rest therefore resulting in maximized knitting time. Clearly nothing major, just enough of a hurt that would require a few days or a week or even two of inactivity to heal. I’ve secretly thought from time to time it would be nice: the ultimate excuse to sit and knit.
Last week it finally happened: I sprained my left ankle. My first issue with the above theory: IT REALLY HURT! I texted my sister for helpful advice and once I realized she wasn’t looking for supper when she said RICE but was telling me what to do (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) and I managed to medicate the pain down, I settled in to enjoy my injury time.
Sadly, what my mother always said about me is true: I’m too nosy for my own good. I had a couple of commitments and work and well: I couldn’t not go to work the next day; my FOMO was in high gear. I packed my lunch and off I went. For the record the bag of veggies was not lunch
Still feeling better, I continued my travel schedule whether by ferry.
I did invest in a ankle bandage and flip flops with better walking support.
It was somewhere in these travels I realized: I don’t think I’m doing this right. I have a foot (ankle) injury I could easily have claimed required at least a few days of stay home on the couch recuperation. I’m guessing it’s not one of those things you can claim is acting up again during a stretch of nice weather in mid-August. **sigh**
I truly am my own worst enemy.