Saturday, January 22, 2005
Warning: nasty ankle photo herein.
In the spirit of nearly copying (but not quite) my esteemed professor who has dangled brightly manicured toes on her internet weblog, I'm showing you what I've been doing all day with my sprained ankle, the (naturally) purple balloon of inexorable pain that it is. Cranked it while landing with a rebound (from my own missed shot) during the usual Friday afternoon basketball workout. And we were winning, too: ahead 9-3 in a game to 11 (it matters, this is no loser's limp). Was me, Ph., J. (math education prof) and C., an undergrad we'd just picked up to take on four other students in the last game of the day. But now I've got healing to do. Here's how.
1. From the yard, gather one plastic storage bin half-full of cold, cold snow. Make that cold, clean snow, please.
2. Mash the sprained ankle into the snow for twenty minutes, until numb (longer will make it swell worse, shorter will be ineffective). Repeat every two hours. Wrap, prop and do not disturb during the in-between.
3. After 48 hours, start the hot/cold/hot/cold contrast baths (wrenched extremity only).
4. Pain killers, college hoops muted on TV, reading for coursework, relax. Been through it a zillion times before. And the snowfall outside will reduce all the swelling my bum ankle can produce.
[Note to studious-minded self: Is this link-logging or life-logging?]
[Added to clarify | 7:25 p.m.: D. and Ph. harvest the snow, not me. The foot photo is slightly skewed because of the contorted position I was in (from the recliner) to accomplish a photo of the outside of the right ankle. My dogs are not normally so crooked.]