August has blown by in a whirlwind. I am not ready for September, and yet it feels like it might start tomorrow. Slow down world - I can't walk that fast! Yes, because I started the month on a bad foot...I fell. It hurt. It made crackly noises that scared me worse than having to tell people I did it putting clean sheets on the bed.
After a day up and down the scaffolding filling in the ceiling with insulation, after a day of climbing ladders and crouching in the bathroom to finish laying the tile, after a solid day of work on the house, it was "housework" that took me out. Tom was gracious and tender, putting up with my whimpering. It was Saturday at 10:30 pm, so I was definitely going to sleep on it. Sunday morning I planned to go to the hospital after mass in the morning, but after a sleepless night and throbbing in my ankle, I pleaded to go sooner than later.
Again, Tom was patient and gentle with me, fixing up my crutches to keep me off my foot. The x-rays revealed no breaks or fractures, which meant the crackly noises sounded worse than they were. Thank God! It is lousy to hobble, but a relief to know I'll be back on the ladder and scaffolding sooner than later. (All the same, I'll be gimping through the airport on my trip to and from Portland!)