It's about time

Well, our internet still isn't working (being installed on Feb. 3rd), but our neighbors' is back up and running so... here I am!

I have uploaded the pictures from our trip to London, so if you're interested in reading and seeing about our trip there, please click on My Photo Gallery.

Yesterday was quite the day. The night before I was laying on the couch, just watching a TV show, when I turned my ankle a bit and it started to hurt. Odd, I thought, but nothing out of the usual (getting old you know). I went to bed, and when I woke up in the middle of the night and tried to walk, I couldn't. Ohhhh, the pain. When I woke up the next morning the pain was almost unbearable. I had to slide around on the floor on my rear end in order to get anywhere, and even that hurt. I'm sure I must have made quite a site trying to struggle into the shower. Lets just say that attempting to shower while sitting on the floor of ones shower should be avoided. I looked like a grease pit despite having (tried) to clean my hair.

Nate had to stay home from work in order to care for Elena, although a friend of ours did come over for a few hours to help out. We called the doctor, and he advised icing the ankle. So... I did... for about three hours or so until he made a house visit to check out my poor decrepit self. By this point the ice had taken down the swelling and I was feeling pretty good. The doc felt around and said that I should just take it easy... although he did advise against icing myself to the point of frost bite. He nearly choked when I told him that I'd been icing for three hours. Apparently all one needs to do is ice for a half hour, two to three times a day.

Oops.

By night time the ankle was feeling good enough to limp around, and this morning I was able to walk just fine. But really, how odd! Who twists their ankle while lying on a couch? Who?

Me, of course.



Thanks to everyone who sent us a Christmas card. The pics are up on our fridge. Elena loves to look at them!