It turns out that my ankle is the source of all of my problems. I’m exaggerating a little, but not a lot.
I was looking at my left ankle and realized it was a little swollen. Then I thought about it, and concluded that my ankle is always swollen.
Here’s something weird. I recently dreamed that my late grandmother and her sister (also deceased), were showing me how to apply pressure to a place on my foot. I believe these women were contacting me from the great beyond to help me fix my physical problems. There are more things in Heaven and Earth…
So I put a wrap on my ankle, and OMG, my life changed! My leg weakness and muscle spasms are gone. I even feel taller. I’m going to go to a foot and ankle doctor to see what he can do for me. My ankles are very week and prone to twisting, maybe he can help me make them stronger.
I think I will dance well again, and soon!
I think I’m moving in the direction of my destiny. I think that all of my dreams will come true. I’m feeling good about my day job. I have cast aside most of the bitterness I’ve been harboring for the last three years or so. Life is good.
I just wrote a lengthy post about how on Monday I stepped in a crack in a dark parking lot and twisted my ankle. I was using the WordPress iPad app. I thought I had saved the post as a draft. Apparently I didn’t.
I started the post talking about how I wasn’t going to write about all of my plans and ambitions like I usually do. Now, I’m tempted to do just that. I won’t.
My ankles have always been weak, so painfully twisting one of them is a normal thing for me. On Monday I fell to the ground and was helped up by two of my belly dance classmates There is still pain when I do excessive foot flexion and ankle rotation, but I’m walking without a hobble. For the short term there will be no treadmill sessions.
I won’t talk about my grand plans for the future. I won’t talk about my Instructional Design blog, or my fiction blog. Mostly because one only has the stock “Hello World” entry, and the other is a glimmer of a thought. I’ll talk about my plans for the evening. I’m going (with my husband) to watch his great nephew, Noah, play basketball. Noah is 13. He is a collector and breeder of corn snakes. We call him snake boy. We will never visit Noah’s house.
I took a picture of my wrapped ankle. This is the kind of thing you do when you have a phone with a camera.