Ticks Me Off Tuesday

Soooo Krimsin, I see you missed Ticks Me Off Tuesday last week what a slacker!  Where were you?

Well, I'm so glad you asked!  I was having my ankle do an impression of a knee cap.  And might I say, it was a mighty good impression!

These were taken within minutes of each other on the X-ray table. I began compressions instantly, to keep the swelling down. As you can see from above, that's what happens when you stop compressions.
 Upon gravity putting the smack down on me, in her usual nasty way I knew immediately when I heard the "pop" I had done something to my ankle. "Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless bitch."

 Silent prayers that it was not broken were once again answered.  That was even before I picked my sorry arse up off the middle of the ground at Menards.

For the record I was not f-ing around for once.  I was carrying siding for a project that needed to be done on the front of the house.  There was an uneven part in the walk way and of course, I found it.  I'm a lucky devil like that.  In a survival situation or dancing I am on my game.  Day to day life will kick me in the butt any opportunity it gets.

According to the doc 6-8 weeks till the high ankle sprain is fully healed.  Stay off it, don't push it.  And he said it like he almost believed I would do it too, how cute.  I was wondering around the stores and town that evening, and the next couple days.  More proof my family is trying to kill me. 

So that, for the most part, is where I was last Tuesday.  Oh you are asking if that was the morning what was my excuse for the rest of the day?  Vicodin.  Empty stomach less the mocha I had just drank before said fall.  Do the math.

 Vicodin is for muscle spasms from hell and migraines ONLY.  As per directive of my body would have been nice to know that BEFORE I took the damn pill this time... 

Also I have some to realize for all the brain power Little Dude has in his head his common sense is shat.  Somewhere in that head "Watch out for Mom's braced foot." translates to, "Be sure to kick, step, or run into Mom's foot where ever possible."

So to wrap this up, ankel screwed for the summer, doc knows I won't follow directions, family makes sure of it, and gravity is still my nemesis.

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink.