Yesterday was trick-or-treat at the campground. The VERY first thing that happened was I stepped in a pile of poo with my Bledsoe Achilles boot. It was such a perfect metaphor of my life. Whenever possible, I seem to step in a huge pile of poo, both literally and figuratively.
Because I'm in the midst of this flare up/setback and because the campground bans golf carts at trick-or-treat due to irresponsible drinkers, I was sentenced to man the candy bowl at the campsite. Even that, sitting at the campsite handing out candy, was strenuous for this bum foot. I spent the drive home lying on the floor of the minivan with my feet up on the back seat in search of some relief.
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| Lying on the floor of the minivan |
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| Elevation at its finest |
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| At least the view was good |
By the time I got home and unwrapped my foot I could tell the swelling was noticeably better. The pain is a little better too, but I am remaining committed to my rest-this-Achilles-TOTALLY-until-my-doctor-appointment course of action. So... the boot stays on today. Praying this does some more good...
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