Well you knew it would have to happen... Again. Yeah, the steps reached out grabbed me for the second time in nine months. I knew it would happen again. Actually, it was my stupidity (as a result of total brain fog that day) that caused it.
See, a pile of my youngest brother's clothes was in the middle of the right lane alongside the railing. When I had my stroke, I had a a PT session where I was taught to divide the stars into two lanes, and stick to the side that had the rail. Well, I did just that and a pile of clothes where in my way. So instead of scooting them out of way, I tried to go around while keeping my fingers on the rail. Muy Problemo. Result --> Same fall (even though it is 4 or 5 steps up this time), severly strained tendons in my left foot, bruises up half my leg, and severe swelling in said foot.
The foot doctor (nice guy bty) put me in a boot. You know, like cowbows used to wear, except it is made up a firm felt-like substance with a foam bottom that resembles an astronaut's shoe tread when they walked on the moon. I hear it will take six months for it to heal properly. (Gibb's slap) 4 weeks x 6 months = 24 weeks. Oy Vey. Only I could do this to myself.
