But about 3/4 of the way down, I misjudged a step by a fraction of an inch and turned my left ankle over. I caught the rail with my hand, and didn't fall, but I hurt my ankle pretty badly.
I got to the bottom and was in a lot of pain. But I realized that there was nothing for it but to walk home. So I grit my teeth and started walking. I think the adrenaline was pumping through me pretty well because each step felt better and better. By the time I got home, I was walking fairly normally.
Then I sat down on the couch with some frozen peas on my ankle. It started hurting again, which I expected, but the pain was pretty bad. Then I found that we were all out of ibuprofen. So I put my shoes on and laced them up tight. M went with me down to the corner market. Each step this time was worse and worse and by the time I got there, I knew I had made a bad decision. I bought the medicine and hobbled home.
By this time, it was dawning on me that my feet were my main form of transportation and that not being able to walk was going to make getting to work much harder. So I sent an email to a couple of friends and family who I knew would pray for me, took my medicine and went to bed with frozen peas on my foot.
When I woke up this morning, my ankle felt much better, though it was a bit sore. I got ready to go to work, figuring that if it started hurting, I could call in sick and go the doctor, and if it didn't, I could go to work. It didn't hurt, in fact it started feeling better and I went to work.
I took it easy on the way, standing on the escalators rather than walking up them, but by the time I got up to Soho my ankle felt about normal. Throughout the day, I kept wondering whether it would get worse, but it never did.
I'm going to take it easy on it for a few more days, until the soreness is completely gone, but I'm praising God for His mercy in healing my ankle so quickly.
Dave
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