How's this ... I haven't once blogged about the fact that I've woken up with a sore ankle since the day we moved into our new home at the end of October.
Why?
Well every single day I've woken up and hoped that if I iced it, raised it, took anti-inflammatories for it, it would go away. It doesn't hurt during the day and then it's sore again when I get up. Like so sore that I can't walk on it for a while.
Still, why didn't I say anything?
Maybe I'm hoping that it will go away if I ignore it. Maybe I'm just really scared that it's something major and after my back drama I just don't feel like dealing with it.
The problem is that it's started to get sore during the day now and by the end of it, my ankle is tired and all swollen. I've never shied away from the fact that my poor body suffers most in all the relationships I have to work on so I'm not surprised at the neglect nor the fact that it slowly got longer and longer that in the end I could admit that I left it for so long ... but I did!
So Friday it's off to the doctor. Well not the quack kind of doc but my very faithful belief in body stress therapy that finally sorted out my back issues after months of 'real' doctors.
I've had to admit to myself that one day I'm going to wake up and I just won't be able to walk and I know crutches don't suit me so it's time to face my fears and get onto the road of recovery.
I still can't believe that I have so much to do with my relationship with myself. It's a never ending story, this learning to love our bodies and our lives and sometimes a neglected niggle in an ankle is the good old fashioned slap that wakes you up and sends you hobbling off to do something different!
I'll keep you posted 🙂 *Hops off to bed*
