It’s now been proven – maybe not to the rest of the world, but to me – that I can’t do anything without risking injury.

I was doing yard work last night, the never-ending process of getting the yard ready for the house to sell. I had been working injury-free for a few hours. It was starting to get dark, which is when the big fun bugs come out. I jumped out of the way of one of them and landed funny on my ankle. I think I heard a pop type of sound, and I sat on the ground holding my ankle and thinking, “You gotta be kidding.”

This is the same ankle attached to the foot with the plantar’s fasciitis from walking too much in flip flops.

This is the same ankle attached to the knee that’s still nicely scraped up and healing from my latest fall off my bike.

I think the left side of me is cursed.

This morning, it just aches. I can’t really do anything more than keep my foot facing forward – side to side, the ankle hurts. It’s not inflamed or anything, so I probably just strained it.

But, still, can’t I do ANYTHING without risking injury? Or maybe I’m just getting this out of my system before I’m in Seattle for a month on my own. Granted, Rich and I will be together most of the weekends, but I’m hoping it’s not so he can nurse me back to health!