I didn’t realize that I hadn’t blogged about how this happened, but I did write an FB note about it and tagged hockey friends so they’d get a notification that I wrote it. So here’s the story, based on that note:

So I finally went skating last Tuesday (March something-or-other) for the first time in a couple years! They say it’s like riding a bike, right? Sure, if you’re used to riding a fancy-Lance Armstrong-racing-type bike and then hit some rough trails on a mountain bike! I completely forgot that regular skate blades are curved and the boot is taller, so I didn’t tighten the top part as well as I should have, nor take into account the blade differences between hockey skates and goalie skates.

Once I was laced up, I hit the ice! And immediately fell on my ass, twice in a row. The second time, my ankle twisted and the outside bony part landed on the ice, HARD; out of habit, I tried doing a half butterfly as I fell, so the inside of my left knee is nicely bruised. Good thing there was only me, my goalie friend Kathy, and some older dude there to witness this! Gotta love noon skate.

Of course my ankle bothered me but I ignored it, probably due to my stubbornness and determination to skate for the half hour remaining. I mean, I was there already, right?

At the time, the injury didn’t seem too bad, but the doctor said not to do anything like WALK, drive, let alone skate. Which is annoying on all counts, especially because I can’t wait to be back out there!

I have. Not with a gun, but with a very long needle. A needle longer than the amount of cortisone the doc shot into two — yes, TWO — different areas around the outer bone of my right ankle. I’d been dreading it all week, and yeah, it hurt. I just pretended I was DeNiro in Ronin. I won’t describe the scene, so I don’t ruin the movie for anyone who hasn’t already seen it. Brian was my Jean Reno, although he just sat in a corner reading a magazine instead of standing nearby!

Turns out, I’ve had more painful medical procedures, but when the medication took effect, it hurt way more than the shots themselves. The doc warned me that the next day would be even worse, that it’ll feel worse before it gets better.

And I have another week now, of doing nothing, like walking in the park (in the beautiful weather), yoga, working out, SKATING, nothing. So I’ve consoled myself with apricot circles from Selmarie and red velvet cupcakes (there’s an image on the site!) from Sweet Honeybee Bakery. Yeah, that’s a big help, right?

Oh, yeah. And if it doesn’t feel completely better by next week, it’ll be physical therapy for me. Fun. As long as I can still get pedis, I guess I’d be OK with it.

Brian stayed home sick a couple of days last week because he had this horrible cold that he thought might have been allergies. Now I have it, so it must have been a cold, though it did start out like it was allergies. I couldn’t stop sneezing and my nose was really itchy, but now I’ve got this really dry cough and my chest feels tight. Pain in the ass.

On top of that, I broke the middle toe on my left foot! Can you fucking believe that? I have NO idea how it happened. All I remember was when I took my shoe off one day last week I felt this excruciating pain in my toe while it was bent. When I kept it straight I could barely feel the pain, just this slight throbbing but enough that it would bother you.

The only reason I suspected it was broken is because a couple of years ago I broke my right baby toe in martial arts. I didn’t even know I broke it ’til 2 weeks had passed and that slight throbbing was still there so I decided to see a doctor. Anyway, I made an appointment immediately this time, and sure enough, it’s broken.

All they can do is tape the toe to its next-door neighbor for like, 2 weeks. No open-toed shoes, though and I’m supposed to wear socks. Fortunately, the weather here has finally broken so I can deal with having to wear socks and shoes instead of sandals and flip-flops.

GIRLY-GIRL MOMENT: I will say this — I had a pedicure (manicure, facial, and haircut) on my birthday at a salon rather than the regular, old nail place at the end of our block. OK. It has now been 19, count ’em, 19 days since that pedicure, and the polish has yet to chip!!! OMG!!!!! Granted, I had the super-duper spa pedicure, but that has nothing to do with painting the nails. And a regular pedicure at the salon costs exactly the same as it does at the other place! Not that it matters now, since I have to wear shoes and socks anyway, but still…heehee.