Broke Back Cankle

The other day I took myself to the doctor. The same back ache for two weeks was getting old and not being able to reach my toes kinda stunk. So away I went.

In the spirit of cooperation, I offered to pee in a cup right off so we could rule out bladder infection. I also proudly displayed my cankle. My ankle has been ugly since Mother's Day, but I was pretty sure it wasn't bad enough to wrap or you know get in to see the doc. But hey, since I was already there and had paid my $20 copay...it was fair game. 

The twenty something year old doc who could have also had a career in modeling listened a bit and said well....Your cankle as you call it is causing the back ache. 

Seriously? WTF. I didn't recall my back hurting since Mother's Day. Just two weeks back I woke up in the morning in pain. Who hurts themselves while sleeping anyhows?

She then went on to suggest that we wrap said cankle and called for an x-ray and oh by the way, should it be broken, I'm going to get a boot to wear. 

I gave her a hairy eye ball. Wrap cankle? It doesn't even hurt, it just looks nasty. And I sure as hell wasn't gunna wear a boot. Hello, it's summer! I politely declined to have my cankle wrapped. 

Ten seconds later, the nurse was wrapping it. 

I was overruled. I considered a quick smack down since I was pretty sure I had at least 50 lbs on said twiggy model doctor, but then thought the nurse would get involved and then things would get ugly. 

When I got home with a wrapped ankle and the supper I had picked up, THE MAN said it was about time I listened to someone. 

Oh yeah I said? She also said to keep moving.

Which meant we were up to our normal shenanigans this weekend. THE MAN stuck me on the tractor so I could help him take down a telephone pole. I also moved plants and push mowed. While I was at it, I planted my new rose bush. It's called Jump for Joy. No, there will be no jumping for a bit.

Still having trouble putting my socks on, but I think I'm on the mend finally!