and yet again...

For the third time in 2011, I was at urgent care this morning.  This time on crutches with a left ankle twice the size of the right one...

Last night ~ as we were warming up for our 9:30 soccer game, a girl from the 8:30 game is sitting on the top of the bleachers with her purple tie-dyed sock off her foot ~ and an ankle with a black and blue baseball-size lump on top of it.  I actually have the thought ~ I hope that doesn't happen to me...  So I pull on my purple tie-dyed socks (the ones that brought me good luck when I wore them for the first time and scored my first goal in 4 season) and hit the field.  In the LAST 5 minutes I run after the ball, stop, plant my left foot and roll the whole foot under me ~ I heard it snap-crackle-and-pop.  I got off the field and wanted to cry (Helen told me to go ahead).  I limp off the field after the game and try to pull off those purple tie-dyed socks.  It hurt so bad that Mike had to do it.  Yep, I had a racquetball-sized lump on that ankle.  So I did what any reasonable person would do ~ I had a Christmas Ale.  It didn't really help.

Today, I got the good news that it's not broken... and after a day of watching my DVR'ed shows and a Free movie-on-demand and reading my book and being waited on by my incredibly wonderful husband, it's starting to feel better. 

And here is my smile from Mike ~ in the form of  cookie brought home from the grocery store.