Twisted: Tongue and Ankle

"Slip-on velcro sandals meet slightly slick, sludgy slope, with a slide, a slip, and a slump."
Say it seven times, but don't try to reenact this tongue twister.

Yes, it's a double twist. The Fairy Blogmother fell down a hill this morning during her daily dog walk, and has discovered a new and more humbling experience than the 'morning scoop' -- the broken ankle, and it brings dependence with a capital "D."

When first I tried to pick myself up, I discovered I might have to remain on a muddy field with a dog licking my face for some time. But on second thought, I decided to seek another course of action, and managed to roll over onto my knees and push up. It wasn't too graceful, but it worked. Thank heavens for the recent weeks in the weight room at the gym. Not only were the exercises trimming the tush, but strengthening the arm muscles as well. I hobbled my way home with a gait reminiscent of William H. Macy in "The Cooler," and threw myself onto the sofa.

Well, I tried the usual denial route, but that only works under pain for just so long. With ice on the ankle, I managed to keep the swelling down to the size of a tennis ball for the first half hour. Then I had to admit to myself that whether it was a sprain or a break, a trip to the ER was in my immediate future. And having read the NY Times article on the sad state of waiting for medical care, I urged my spouse to take the trip earlier rather than later, when the hospital would be full of crying children. (Not his favorite.)

At the local hospital, it was my grand fortune to find an empty waiting room, a nurse with a bizarre sense of humor (my personal favorite), and a wheel chair, and all within five minutes of my entrance. Data, and blood pressure taken, new nametag bracelet on wrist, I was wisked to X-ray within ten minutes. Pictures taken and wheeled to my private room, I met with a PA who was happy to show me my foot photos and explain my break. He, too, had a good sense of humor, and was delighted to explain that my next six weeks would require rest, reading, and people waiting on me. How great is that! Of course, none of this was in my plans, but when handed a break, I say, make the best of it. And just think of the opportunity it gives family and close friends. They'll learn new skills and enjoy the morning scoop as well, and they'll be able to return some of the favors bestowed upon them by this Fairy Blogmother.