We had a lovely first two days of the weekend. Brad and I made poutine for date night Friday night, and Issa and I went to mom's Saturday night to rearrange some furniture and watch our first ballet of the year. (We are thrilled the ballet is live-streaming again.)
Yesterday, though, things took a hard turn. I'm mostly fine, but I accidentally got between Inks and Buddy when they were playing, and Buddy hit the back of my knee. The end result is a really sprained left ankle. For a few moments, I literally saw stars and Brad and I were trying to decide if it was broken. I spent the rest of the day in bed with it propped with ice and compression. It hurts--a lot.
Issa spent the entire day with me, keeping me company. I am teaching her to crochet, and she is loving it. Evan was the best little runner, bringing me anything I needed.
Brad was amazing. He has helped me with everything. Yesterday, I couldn't put any weight on it at all, so I needed help with absolutely everything. Today, I can put a little weight on it, so I made it downstairs to the couch with his help. I won't be moving much, and Brad has already offered to bring me lunch and anything else I need.
I am certain I will be better by tomorrow, but I'm awfully grateful for a family that takes such good care of me.
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