Good Thing My Plate Isn't Full!

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!

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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...