December 03rd, 2018

Sooooo this happened over the weekend.  Don't panic.  It's nothing really bad.  Just my usual graceful self.  Which is why, in this house, we have such things as ankle wrap, ice packs and elastic braces on hand, At All Times.

Backing up a bit.  Poor Tim was sick all last week.  Some viral germie got him.  After a few days of fever and feeling terrible and coughcoughcoughing and being exhausted all of the time he called the doc who gave him sound advice and called a prescription in to our pharmacy for him.  He did slowly improve but the entire week he was rather homebound.  So by Saturday, feeling some better and a little stir crazy we made it a point to get him out of the house for a little bit.

​Off we drove (still not up to a long walk) to the jetty to admire one of our favourite views:

Tim stayed in the car while I ran around taking photos of everything within view  (no, that's not when I injured myself) but I think he felt better even just relaxing in the car with the windows open, breathing in that lovely salt air and feeling the wind on his face.  The sea has restorative powers y'see.  

On the way TO the jetty we passed a small marina which had all these signs about a boat show.  We enjoy boat shows and since this was a very small one (small marina - small boat show)  Tim decided that he was up to the task.  So on our way back from the jetty we stopped, hopped out of the car (nope that's not when I injured myself either) and meandered down the dock to the Boat Guy.  He asked a few questions about what Tim was interested in and then pointed to two different boats moored nearby.  As we approached the crafts, I noticed, with a little concern, how much lower than the dock the decks both were.

We have been to loads of boat shows.  I have NEVER had a problem getting on the boats before.  But usually, either the deck is level with the dock or there is a little step added for the ease of boat show goers like me. This time there was no little step.

Boat Guy jumped on board, Tim hopped down easily, I took Tim's proffered hand and very cautiously stepped over the yawning gap between dock and deck and that is not when I injured myself either.  I made it on board with no worries, we admired everything pointed out and then returned to the dock...safely.  No problem even though I clambered out far less gracefully than I would care to admit.

Next boat, we get on board in the same order, Boat Guy, Tim and then Me.  Foolishly feeling more confident, I too hopped down onto the deck.  The INSTANT my right foot hit the deck, I knew that I had made a poor landing.  I said nothing and we walked around looking at everything we were supposed to look at and then we left. Boat Guy kindly made sure I got back off the boat by taking my hand and tugging me, which I was not expecting and I landed badly one more time.  I have no natural grace. None.  When the angels were handing out attributes, I must have been distracted by a butterfly or something because I received ZERO grace.  So much so in fact, that my family often called me "Grace" in the same way that often a very tall person is called Tiny. Oh well. It is what it is.

Boat Guy offered to take us out on that second boat (which was Tim's preferred boat) on Sunday and signed us up for a noon ride the next day.  Tim was really spent just by that short amount of time out so we returned home.  He relaxed and rested and napped a bit while I piddled around getting a few things done but slowly and carefully because it hurt to put weight on that right foot.  I surreptitiously checked my ankle and foot but there was no swelling at all despite how it felt so I told myself I was being a Big Baby and just kept going.  After dinner, I gave up and put an ice pack on it. Can't hurt and might help.

Tim was concerned of course when I told him what happened.  He found the elastic ankle brace for me and once the ice pack was removed I obediently put the brace on.  It felt a little better with the extra support.

Sunday, it felt much better.  Until I started to walk on it.  Nope.  Still hurts.  Also still not swollen which is weird so  I'm still not sure what I did. But I knew that I didn't want to aggravate whatever was wrong by jumping on or off that boat again.  So I suggested to Tim that he go by himself.  He brushed that suggestion away.  "It won't be as much fun without you"  he said, "I'll just tell the guy that I'm not feeling up to it today".  I felt awful that because of me, Tim wasn't getting out on the water and I know he was really looking forward to it.  "No big deal" Tim says to me.  "Another time"  

He contacted Boat Guy and Boat Guy understood and said that he would be in the area again next month and would contact Tim then.  OK. That actually made me feel better. I didn't prevent him from having a boating opportunity, I just delayed it a little bit.

Meanwhile, I'm still being extra cautious and wearing the ankle support and icing it at night when I'm sitting on my arse on the sofa to read/watch TV/play games on my tablet.  The ankle and foot are still a little tender today and I want whatever the heck it is that I did to it, to be healed so I can get back to my normal Zooooooming pace.  This is slowing me down and I don't do slow. I usually have only two speeds, full out and stop.  This slower business is aggravating as all get out.

Still I understand that patience is a virtue and I suppose it wouldn't hurt me to at least try to be a bit more virtuous.

Hope all of you had a wonderful weekend with no injuries!