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I swear I didn’t do anything to cause it. I woke up with the messed up ankle… so I’m back on crutches and in an air cast (I really have gotten my money’s worth from that thing!). The crutches needed shortened because Stephen used them last. I smiled to myself as he cussed the screws and wing nuts tightened so much that he had trouble loosening them because he was the one who made them that way.

I have been to the doctor who sent me for x-rays. The x-ray technician refused to comment. The doc will give me a note if I need it but let’s face it— it’s not like this is unusual for me to injure myself. At least for today I cannot drive (Stephen played chauffeur this morning), the foot must be rested, iced for 20 minutes three times today, and I can take ibuprofen for the ‘discomfort’ (ow-ee!). I still have NO CLUE how it happened. I stepped out of bed on my left foot. No problem. But when I put the other foot down— wow-zers did I see stars!

I used crutches to hobble to and from the appointments this morning. This is not a recommended activity for me because (ahem) I have a precarious grasp on coordination at best, and a better-than-average affinity for gravity pockets. (sigh)

Back home again, I loaded up with both laptops, my cell phone, and water. All set to rock n’ roll… except I couldn’t get into my computer at work. The new Cisco VPN client was not accepting my password. After several rounds with long distance IT, we narrowed down the single character that was the culprit, made a new password just for the VPN account, and since then I have been answering emails, reviewing a contract, and generally being a good little do-be busy worker bee.

The air cast makes it possible to hobble without the crutches in the house. This is a good thing. One cannot labor on laptops with copious water glasses and coffee cups without needing to take a bio break…

Do you know what a gravity pocket is? Do you know what they do? A recent Eureka episode featured gravity pockets and several people told me they thought of me when they saw it.

This is a plain pair of gravity vortexes, also known as gravity pockets.

Isn’t it nice to be associated with heavy gravity and physical ineptitude? I can hardly blame them for I regularly provide demonstrations of my affinity with gravity pockets. I fall down when laughing hard, I fall down walking on a level sidewalk. I even trip over cut grass!

Fat ankle!

Fat ankle!

This is an image of what generally results from my interaction with gravity pockets.

Yup. Did it again. Out walking the dogs, level sidewalk, both puppies behaving and whoops! The ankle went a no-show, returning only after I made firm contact with the concrete sidewalk. Ahh… scabby knees of a fourth grader, my distant past revisited.

My ankle loudly complained but I figured it was merely a twist and I could ‘walk it off.’


Serious bad idea, that was! I lurched and hobbled the next few blocks, as blood from the scraped knee slowly tracking down my shins. So mature. (sigh) By the time we reached home I was in serious pain discomfort.

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