Yesterday did not start out to be a good day. When my alarm went off, I did what I always do: I walked downstairs, still half asleep and in the dark, to let the dogs out and start my day. The way our stairwell is built, you go down about 10 steps to a landing, turn 90 degrees, and go down three more to the main entry of our house. I apparently only got to about step 8 when my brain told me that I was already at the first landing. I stepped out and went down three steps at once. Needless to say, I fell and hurt my ankle.

After an hour of feeling stupid and an hour of trying to decide if I was hurt bad enough to go see the doctor, I finally decided I should stop at the Urgent Care on my way to work. At the Urgent Care they did three x-rays and examined me carefully and decided that all I had done is sprain my ankle. They put me in a gel cast and told me to stay off of it for a few days. I was lucky. I could have easily broken my leg with that kind of fall.

The ankle is a lot better today. I can walk okay but if I move my ankle too far through the normal range of motion, I get the sharp pain shooting up my leg. If I walk with somewhat of a still ankle, it hardly hurts at all.

As I said in my title, “Just call me Grace.”

–Pete