You know those times when you are completely alone at home except for the cat and dog?Yes? No? Well, no matter.
Surely, you know those times when you are just feeling a wee bit low?
Yes? Thought so...
Well, I was feeling a bit low these past few days which could be weather related. I am currently waterlogged and growing gills. Maybe it's just mold behind the ears though. Feeling restless, I thought to look up instructions on how to build an ark. If the rain keeps up, I should be able to fish in my front yard. If I could share the wealth of wetness with folks out west I would!
Anyway, I changed my mind. Deciding to listen to music, I popped in a cd.. Robbie Robertson to be specific. . I was starting to feel pretty darn good and danced and jumped and bounced all over the place. I never act like that in public .. mostly. It was working too! The blahs evaporated, I was feeling young and exuberant. However, just when I was into my very best leap and back kick I smacked my Achilles' tendon into the metal leg of our drum set stool. Well, that was it then for dancing, don'tcha know .. My achilles heal, indeed, was the chink in my armor. It brought me down.
Of course, my phone was in the car. Not being able to put weight on my foot, I hopped on one leg to get an ice pack. Hopping back to the couch, I laid down and raised my leg. After five minutes, it occurred to me that it might be hours before anybody came home. Hopping one legged again, I found my applepad on the bed, opened up that other social network, looked to see who was online and messaged a couple of friends. Each friend lives hours away from me but 15 minutes later the Pinetop was here. They had called him.
To make an already long story short.. I ruptured my Achilles' tendon. I'm currently wearing a boot and have crutches. Tomorrow I see an ortho saw bone. And on Saturday I'm going to the beach..I hope. Except I won't be walking for miles and miles and miles..
Oh, I think I'm starting to feel the effects of the prescription loopy drug I took. I hate taking them.
good feet in sneakers..
My 16 year old was flirting with me in the car to make me feel better.
It worked. He took this photo. He is a dear and good young man.
PS.. Loopy prescription drugs don't make me feel tired...sigh..
PPS: I had made plans to visit chickory towards the end of the month. I might not be able to.
What a drag.
on fire and entranced!
dancing into the night
When pow! .. Torn tendon..