When I was in 7th grade I ran down these big wide riser stairs in our school chorus room for some reason and tripped as I ran out the door. I twisted my ankle, was carried to the nurse and didn't return to class. I am not sure if my classmates noticed me gone with my books and purse still in the room, but who the heck remembers those little details.
And thus begins the problems with my left ankle.
At that time I danced 3 days a week and going to class just to watch was utterly painful. I'm sure I jumped back on it too early and since then I have sprained my ankle at least 5 times and broke my left foot twice - in the mid 90s while working at Coca-Cola and again in 2009 while teaching at UC Davis.
Now, my ligaments are shot and I am faced with the possibility of surgery to give me more stability in the ankle.
I have been in physical therapy for just over a month and my legs are certainly stronger. I feel a difference in my balance and use my glutes and obliques instead of the muscles of the lower leg to support me. There has been lots of bruising as my therapist opens up my shins through deep massage. Unfortunately I am on my feet lots lately and currently they are throbbing.
The dogs are barking, shall we say.
My orthopedic doctor thinks we can avoid surgery and my physical therapist feels that surgically opening up my ankle to clean out scar tissue will just create new scar tissue. My big problem is that if I have surgery I must remain off my feet for at least a month and I will not be back to "normal" for 6-9 months.
Too long, I think.
So, as I get some shut eye, I will massage my feet a bit and count my gratitudes:
1. yummy catering leftovers
2. 2 decent sized yoga classes
3. finding a dress for Chris and Angela's wedding
4. coming up with a plan for my solo performance next week
5. clean floors in my apartment
6. steady work
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