Ow! Ow! Ouch!!

I hurt the tendon on my left foot, how, I ‘m not really sure, meaning, not sure what I did or didn’t do to accomplish that. I was going on an errand, running late and I remember trying to exit the house at a faster pace than I normally would and I felt myself slipping and in trying to avoid that, I ended up damaging my tendon. Funny thing is I knew I felt something there, but it wasn’t that painful and I could still walk without hopping like a rabbit so I thought I was fine…….well!
Got up the next day to get my son ready for school and could not get my left foot on the floor, it was swollen and painful!!! Oh my Lord, I was in agony! So I looked and saw this swollen tender spot at the area of my heel, somewhere below the ankle and it wasn’t pretty. I was now walking and hopping like brer rabbit and ouching every step of the way. I absolutely have no tolerance for pain and so you know the Advil (painkiller) wasn’t too far away

Good thing I don’t have a job right now, (victim of recession and down-sizing) because, seriously, I would not be able stand or walk around and my past job required a lot of that.
For someone who’s so afraid of pain and has no tolerance at all for it, you’d think I’d be more careful. Outdoors is messy, there’s snow on the ground, and there are hard to see icy patches, which would have been the ideal place for it to have happened, but not me, oh no, it happened in my own apartment in which the floors were not even wet! Who am I going to sue, me? All I would get is practice!

I went and spoke to the pharmacist who told me that I had somehow hurt it by trying to avoid falling, slipping or any other simple scenario. He suggested I use some painkillers like Advil or Motrin because they specifically targets inflammation, use a warm or was it hot, whatever…compress and elevate the foot to keep the swelling down. All sound advice except I am not able to sit around and elevate because when you have a child, there’s stuff to be done, like cooking, and cleaning, running more errands before he returns from school with a whole lot of homework to practically take over your entire evening, so I have to use the time wisely while he’s not here to get in my way. Meaning I’m still up and running. I don’t take the pain-killers unless I really need to, most times I sit, and moan and curse like a sailor or ignore it until it becomes unbearable, ten minutes tops!
I’ve said this before, and I will again, thank God for men and modern medicine!
Until then, this is hop-along saying...Lata!