Holed up.

crutch 3d

Four days ago I suffered a severe sprain to my ankle (100% my fault) and, as a result, have been off my feet ever since. While the swelling went down significantly the first 48 hours post-sprain, it has since stalled and remains a swollen, painful, bruised mess. I’m remaining hopeful that I’ll heal quickly and be back on my feet in no time. I go to the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow so if you’re reading this and can think good thoughts for me in the morning – or say a little prayer or curse the 5” heels that did this – I’d super appreciate it.

When you’re stuck in your flat for days on end, you tend to think. I mean, there’s really only so much work, TV, interwebs, online shopping, Twitter, Facebook, and books one can truly handle. Anywho, here’s a short list of what’s on my mind.

  1. I’m extraordinarily lucky to be surrounded by great friends. (I knew this already, of course, but have been reminded of it every day since I sprained my ankle.) I so appreciate all the love I’ve gotten – from calls to texts and emails to Facebook messages (and even a Facebook cupcake gift! Holler!) to surprise food deliveries and more. Amazeballs.
  2. I am obsessed with texting. And Facebook. And Twitter. But in times like this, it has actually really helped pass the time and I’m OK with it. But when I’m back to normal, I’m going on a Digital Diet. You can quote me.
  3. Being unable to walk + living alone = maybe a new form of dieting? It’s way too much work to get food when you’re on crutches or hopping on one foot. Forget about preparing something. Oof. No thanks. And don’t even ask what it’s like to balance a plate while on crutches or hopping around.
  4. My years of on/off yoga practice have come in handy. By the time I’m back on both feet I’ll have one helluva tree pose on my right leg. Ever tried showering standing on one leg? Don’t. But I will say this: once I can practice tree pose on both legs, I’m resuming my yoga practice. Yoga is indeed good for the soul.
  5. It is possible to be alone but not lonely. I think people often confuse the two or think they mean the same thing. And I have, too, admittedly. Some moments I get upset that I’m alone – because, wow, it would be SO awesome to have [insert something I likely don’t need anyway] without it taking 30 minutes to navigate my NYC apartment – but I am actually OK being alone. I’m not lonely. At all. Likely because I’m surrounded by so much love, and that is a very very good thing.

As an add-on to 1 above, I’m even more lucky to have one such friend (Hi, C-Carr!) who has been equal parts supportive (from taking me to the ER, to taking care of Baxter, to making sure I have everything I need every day, and sometimes just hanging out so I have someone to talk to IRL) and equal parts keeping my seriously impatient ass in check (“girl, it’s been three days, relax, you’re going to be fine.”) I’ve realized that the latter is just as important as the former so when I get upset, I try to channel Candice. Thanks, girl. I appreciate you.

And now, back to the grind. Peace out and much love. And take it easy with those heels, girlfriends. xoxo

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