What a very strange day. I got up at my normal time (0400) and headed for the kitchen to make my first coffee from a pod. At the first step towards my bedroom door I knew I was in trouble.
By the time I made it to the kitchen I knew I was fucked. Not from a hangover, I've been alcohol free for a while. Not from being an old man, my body for the most part is amazing for eighty.
It's my damned ankle. A month ago I really thought I had it whipped. No pain, no boot needed, I was walking again. But something has happened, and I can barely walk now.
I had it scanned at the ER yesterday and they said there was nothing requiring me to remain in emergency care and I should see my ankle doctor tomorrow. It was swollen, red, and sore, my calf was enlarged but they said go home, your alright.
Now as the day unwinds I don't walk around my bedroom here, I crawl. On my knees. To do anything otherwise is too painful. I probably should use my walker to get to the doctor tomorrow, but folding it up in an Uber ride just seems pathetic. I've already texted them and asked for a W/C out front of their building when I arrive.
I honestly don't know what's going to happen next. I'll also be getting a call in a week from my skin doctor telling me if that spot they removed from my face is cancerous. If it is I'll just laugh in their face.
What next?
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