Waiting for the Sprout to bring me some water to drink, listening to the ticking of the clock. No post yesterday, the day just got away from me. I still haven't fired any new fuse loads since my return on Saturday--though I did get two repair loads in yesterday. I had big plans for today, but as soon as J brings me my toothpaste from upstairs and a cup of water, I am going to finish my ablutions and head to Urgent Care. Why? Well you might ask! Last night at 11:00 I finally got around to uploading credit cards charges over the phone. In the middle of the entry process I got the low battery beep. I was trying to keep entering numbers while walking down the dark hall to the dark empty office to switch phones. I thought the office floor was clear so I boldly strode across it in the dark, and promptly tripped over the deerhound. She was disgruntled, but I think unhurt (she didn't yelp anyway).
The phone was also ok and so was my call, but my ankle was painful and swelling so I called my spouse in Austin. Between the two of us, we figured it was just wrenched. He thought I should call his mother (a nurse), or my mother (a pharmacist), or Bill (a doctor) as the family's health care professionals. I pooh-poohed the notion, iced it, took a pain reliever left over from my oral surgery four years ago (or was it five?) and went to bed. This morning walking was painful--it took a half hour just to get the garbage and recycling to the curb for the house and the studio)--so I looked up the closest Urgent Care on Google, and off I go!
Back from Urgent Care, I do indeed have a high pain threshold. I broke the fibula cleanly (as you can see from the x-ray. I also broke it in another spot (visible from the top on the other x-ray). Joy. Two kiln loads to get in today. Looks like I'm going to need to call in the cavalry to help with firings for the next week or so...