So my ankle is slowly getting better. Which means the return of my hypochondria. Well it never left, it was focused on my fit, but now that I can semi walk I have a tingly face again. Seeing my counselor on Tuesday following up after I had to cancel lady week. I always feel better after that.
Tomorrow is going to be an intensely long day on an unheard ankle and little sleep. The latter because it’s an hour past my bed time and I am so wound up worrying about tomorrow I can’t sleep. Anxiety sucks
So ultimately there was nothing broken. I wasted an entire Sunday in the hospital. But it has now been 72 hours and my ankle is still all swollen and I have 0 range of motion. That said my ankle doesn’t hurt unless I try to move it on certain ways. Or it I you h that one spot that really hurts. So it seems like I will have to spend another day at this. It’s just such a waste of time!
So I have been doing well this past week. Apparently my blood test results showed a minor B12 deficiency. Likely correctable with diet. So I scheduled impromptu dinner with a friend for tonight.
And three steps our if my car I faceplanted. And my ankle Felt like it was on fire. So I hobble into the restaurant and my friend orders me a bag of ice. So I call home and arrange a pick up and decide to go ahead with dinner. Cause wtf I already injured myself.
Now J am at home trying to sleep. Heading to the hospital in the morning to find out if I am on crutches for 4 days or 9 weeks. And worrying about it so bad I can’t sleep. The ankle pain isn’t helping either.