Dear Ankles,
I miss you. I haven’t seen you since Sunday and I’m really starting to wonder if you’ve decided to pack up and leave for greener pastures for good. Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand, it hasn’t exactly been awesome around here as of late, but seriously, have you taken the time to consider how the inside of my forearms might feel after this sudden disappearance? After all, they’ve taken the brunt of the attack and yet, here they are – black, brown, blue, purple and green – hanging in there like champs. But you? You ankles? I add one medication to my daily routine and *bam* you’re gone!
Please come back – and when you do, can you please talk to my calves and convince them that doubling in size after a couple of hours out of bed just isn’t as sexy on a woman who isn’t going out for some iron woman contest as it might be on a man? Seriously. This is getting out of hand.
All of this puffedupness has to stop!
Signed,
The Woman With Thigh Sized Ankles (and waist sized calves)
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As you can see, I’m having a bit of a pitty party this morning. I couldn’t get to sleep last night and when I finally did, I didn’t sleep well at all. Then? Well, then this morning, I woke up and my ankles, which were sort of behaving themselves yesterday, decided to pack up and abandon post. Granted, yesterday I did have to take an hour (or two) and go sit in the conference room and put my feet up (requiring a meeting to be moved there, rather than having it in my office) because I was so uncomfortable, I thought my calf muscles were about to tear through the back of my legs – but overall, it hasn’t been as bad the last few days (swelling wise and most notably in the ankle area) as it is this morning.
I am embarrassed to wear short pants – so yesterday, I wore yoga pants. Today, I’ve decided I don’t care. Either way, I can’t wear socks or shoes or my feet hurt even worse. I’m even entertaining the idea of going to talk to my GP (whom I haven’t decided I’m going to keep, after recent issues) to see about getting titrated off this medication – I’m not sure I can keep on keeping on like this until Friday (or beyond).
In other news, I have this sore in my nose – I’ve had it since like Friday – and it hurts. I resorted, last night, to putting a touch of alcohol on it to help dry it up and maybe it’ll go away – but right now, it’s bothering me like an ant bite on a knuckle.
Man, after yesterdays oh-so-positive post, this one is like Debbie Downer, but I can’t take much more of this. It’s exhausting and I just want to rest and relax and get as back to normal as possible. Whatever normal is for around these parts anyway.
Well, off to search for my ankles. Maybe they’re in the shower? I hope so!
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