Yesterday, felt good. Today, I realize that my ankle hurts on the inside if I move my foot sideways or bump or twist it (even in its boot) at all. In physical therapy it was making a clunking sound that therapist wasn't quite sure about. She thought the clunking and pain might be from tendon over the metal but really did not know.
Tonight, I couldn't study but did manage to do my homework. I am anxious for Thursday to come, my next doctor's apt. (also my birthday) I hope the pain isn't from the bone not healed properly. Husband expressed irritation at my fussing and worrying about this.
I hate to admit it but I really, really want to get in a car and drive myself somewhere. Shop by myself. Leave the house by myself, just for the hell of it or a cup of coffee. That freedom of getting in a car and doing my stuff , biking and walking being out of the question. This is such an awful American spoiled obnoxious thing but there it is. Look for little old and automatic cars on Craigslist several times a day but don't move on any.
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