It was a beautiful day, but my Mother's Day was sort of a nonstarter because of my ankle injury which I'm now calling a leg/shin/calf (or what, I don't really know for sure) injury instead. It is quite clear to me, now that the swelling has gone down, that it is not a ligament or tendon injury, but seems like it almost certainly must be a hairline fracture, though none showed up on the x-rays. At least the radiologist's report didn't report one. But given the caliber of the rest of the hospital experience I had, I honestly don't put a whole lot of confidence in that report. To be fair, I am told that hairline fractures often don't show up until later, when they begin to heal. Or perhaps because I was so "sure" it was the ankle, and told them that, they did not x-ray up high enough on the shaft of the fib and tib. Who knows.
All I know is, it still really hurts to walk, but it doesn't hurt just sitting. And it still is prone to inflammation when it's not elevated. I simply can't wait to see my physical therapist Monday afternoon.
I'm quite sidelined by the whole thing, and I'm not a happy camper. There are only so many TV shows and movies one can watch in a 48-hour period without becoming quite despondent and nearly brain dead, even though I loved them all. (Answer: two entire seasons of Dexter; Salt, Gosford Park,... and my brain simply refuses to recall if there were any more.)
But this made it somewhat better:
I sauteed it in a little bit of butter and served it on Ezekiel toast, for my very simple and light Mother's Day supper. It was fabulous.