I hate ice.
Snow and ice.
Rain, when it falls on the snow, and freezes the whole damned mess onto the pavement in front of my home.
It snowed here last week, a late-in-the-year snowfall to remind us that we do live in a 4-season climate.
Getting out of my car in front of my home after work on Thursday, I slipped and fell down hard on a sheet of ice and snow on the street.
As I slammed down onto the ice-coated pavement, my right foot caught on an ice edge, twisted inwards sharply...the pain was instantaneous.
That nausea-inducing pain immediately followed the loud snap that I heard at the same instant my foot turned inward and collapsed under the force of my weight!
Luckily, two of my friends were at my home, shoveling the snow off my driveway, and they rushed to help me. They also slipped and fell on the icy street, and finally we managed to stand upright, together.
I slipped and fell...again.
The doctor, nursing staff and x-ray tech were fantastic.
After x-rays, my doctor gave me the happy news that there were no broken bones.
"Good bones, Brenda! You have GOOD bones!", the medical staff exclaimed, again and again.
Rather than a break, I had severely sprained my ankle, causing major damage to the tendons and ligaments, as well as a gigantic amount of internal bleeding and bruising.
My doctor sent me home with a cast on my right leg, from my toes to my knee...my first cast ever.
"The fleas of life ~ you know, colds, hangovers, bills, sprained ankles and little nuisances of one sort or another.” ~ William Styron