In bed, foot under ice, leg elevated.
I stepped on a rock while hiking yesterday. It sent a zinger up my ankle, but I didn't roll it. My thought - oh that was close, but I might be a problem for intervals tomorrow.
Yep.
After lunch with the youngest, my ankle started bothering me a bit more. Enough that I took a strong anti-inflammatory my husband uses and sat with some ice.
Within an hour (while my soup was mid-cook) it went from bad to horrible. I couldn't put any weight on it or move my toes at all. It was pounding and so crazy painful. I was checking pulses - sensations, etc. It never swelled at all -strange.
I wrapped it, took stronger meds (I have expired narcotics from a back injury) and heading to bed to continue ice, elevation, etc. I had to crawl to the bathroom - ridiculous.
This morning it's miraculously so much better. I can walk on it again. Mildly uncomfortable. I'm staying off of it as much as possible and will see what later brings. Thank God today was a chill day.
It was so bad, I forgot about Halloween. I plan to still driveway sit only if it feels okay. Everything is all about getting better for California. I'm so grateful I'm signed up for 2 weightlifting classes this week instead of tabata. No way I could bounce around.
Now I'm headed downstairs to make breakfast. Wish me luck.
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