After more than a week of standing on a bench, a small scaffold, a very big scaffold, and various ladders, I stepped the wrong way off a 2ft bench and folded my ankle right over sideways. I'd been reaching for the paint try, which was set on the little scaffold at waist height, and suddenly I was on the floor with a paint roller beside, and a hurt spot in the middle of my back from scraping the bench.
Thinking, ow ow ow ow this is not good ow.
Jethro walked in with a length of baseboard, said, "Hi honey," and walked back out again to get a nail setter. He came back seconds later and all I could think of was, "Hey, guess what happened."
So he got me an ice pack from the freezer, duct taped it around my sock, and I got back to work. I was thinking, I can manage this. Hey man, nothing new. It doesn't hurt that bad. I can finish this job.
I really sincerely want -NEED - to finish this job. We need to get the studio up and running and earning money instead of sucking it out of us. I get the cold sweats when I consider how much this renovation is... no let's not go there ok? Jethro wants to make music, no matter how much he loves to build things. That's what they do there: make music. Also I want my life back! I'll set it aside to get the studio back into shape, because this is how my family makes a living (snort, haha, whatever that means) but I haven't been on a horse in a month, I haven't made up any lesson plans, and I haven't written enough of anything. However, I feel like I can't get on with my stuff until this is DONE.
So Mnday evening I limped out of the building, stepped sideways in the snow and wrenched that weak ankle AGAIN.
Let's just say I was very quiet on the way home.
Then I swallowed three industrial strength advils and a panic pill and stayed passed out until sometime the next day.
I went back to work yesterday, but I was very slow. I got a little nifty machine which I call the Rolling Tractor Seat. I plunked myself down and painted anything up to arm height. Bubba helped me out by grabbing tools for me so I wouldn't have to get up and hobble across the room. I've been injured often enough (through being a bone-headed clutz) that I quickly develop tricks to get jobs done.
I really tried not to feel sorry for myself. But by evening I was wearing thin.
Almost ten years ago, I sprained this particular ankle for the first time. My 3-year old colt, MC, confused my "jog" cue for "buck" and launched me straight up. I landed on -yep, you guessed it- my left ankle. That's the only time I've ever failed to get back on the horse after a wreck. But the injury only slowed me down; I was on crutches for a week or so, and later that summer, we went to England for a family wedding, and I went riding, danced all night in high heels at the wedding (there may have been alcohol involved, I'll ask Jethro since I believe he was sober that night) and climbed cliffs in Wales. When we came home my ankle was a little worse again. DUH! I still did an entire show season with my good horse, Champ. I got permission from the ring steward to stay on my horse after the speed events, since getting on and off was difficult. (We've always had a safety rule at that saddle club that riders must dismount and lead the horse out of the ring; this prevents stampeding horses running down anybody near the gate.)
Champ and I earned Reserve Champion in speed events. Then I went to physiotherapy for eight months.
Tonight I have planned to attend a Riding Instructor's training course. I could go and lean on my cane. But with me being so slow with the painting, I feel like I should stay and get more done!!! He's got a string session tomorrow. I have to get the piano booth done. I'm so close. I gotta get it done.
I feel kinda like how I imagine I would feel if I'd been hit by an imaginary truck.
At least tomorrow I will be forced to sit on my butt and read and write.
Gah. Okay. Here I go. Dragging my butt off to work. I've got one last burst of ambition and it's gonna get used up real good and hard today.
I'm sorry but I gotta say it. It sounds so much... cooler... to explain the ankle with "I got bucked off a horse" than "I fell off a 2ft bench."