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Dec. 14th, 2008

I'm injured (again)

I sprained my ankle Friday afternoon. Well, technically speaking, it was a joint effort between me and Faylinn (my cute, new, puppy-dog). She's a bit rambunctious (as I've mentioned) and loves playing the backyard. Well, I'd taken her out back to play and do her business.

A little scene description is in order here. Our backyard is sort of sloping (the neighborhood we live in is a little cul-de-sac that slopes downward from the street it comes off of, and our house is near the bottom, but not in the circle part of the cul-de-sac). It also has a retaining wall in it, so part of the backyard is set a bit higher than the rest (though it does eventually even out on one side of our yard). On that retaining wall are some very attractive stone steps with some nice wrought iron(ish) railing. The steps are big enough for two people to walk down side-by-side (though not necessarily comfortably, depending on their sizes).

With all that said, Faylinn and I were on our way inside. I was using the steps, so she was using the steps. On the last step, I was stepping down and she bumped into me. Now, I have pretty bad ankles (lots of twisting and spraining and tearing tendons from bones have occurred in the past--I'm a klutzy person now and I was a tom-boy when I was a kid). So any little push in the wrong direction while I'm stepping and my ankles give the wrong way. Which is what happened. Faylinn pushed into me and my ankle gave inward and there was this painful, rather loud pop.

I'm glad I'd taken my cell phone outside with me because I called my mom to come and get me (and take me to the doctor). Because it's my right ankle that I've sprained this time and I can't drive without using that foot. So, she comes home, I've had ice on my ankle while I waited for her to get there (about 20 minutes). It's all swollen, but not just entirely black-and-blue (more like a sickly pastel blue and some magenta--I don't bruise very easily; I've broken bones and not really bruised any).

A few x-rays and a doctor visit later (where he tells me it's not broken, just sprained), I'm home with my ankle wrapped up and elevated. Also, I can't use it to walk on (it hurts waaay too much). So, I'm now hobbling around on crutches whenever I get up. The only upside to this whole ordeal are the nice pain killers I'm on--which are probably making me a little less-than-entirely-coherent, but are also taking the pain in my ankle away.

Nov. 26th, 2008

Faylinn

We have a new dog. She's the sweetest thing, really. She's just incredibly hyper. And she wants attention all the time. Even though I knew dogs are naturally like that, I'd gotten used to first, Max being old and too enfeebled to run around and then, after Max had passed, not having anything more hyper than cats (which, while they are sometimes hyper, they aren't 60 lbs and hyper all the time...). We (my parents and I) guess that she's about a year old (give or take) because she's had at least one litter of puppies. And that litter was a small litter (only 3 puppies), so we think that was her first litter. Anyway, her name is Faylinn and, while she's so sweet and loving and cuddly, she's also jumping about like a puppy. And messing with the cats' toys instead of her own.

You know, aside from mentioning Faylinn and her serious hyperness, I don't really remember why I decided to post today. I'm blaming that on the fever that I probably have (but am to lazy to check for). Fevers (and colds, actually) fry my brain to mush.

Here's a pic of her: right here )