The wedding is just over ten weeks away and I'm now in retirement from soccer until post honeymoon. Soccer - my first love and a sport that has given me incredible hardship. And subsequently, a lot of lessons over the years. A miss by a defender ended in a sprained ankle yesterday. I know it wasn't on purpose. Yet it's still frustrating. Luckily, I work from home. However those twenty three stairs between the office and kitchen are brutal.
I'm in relatively good spirits. I've done this enough to know exactly how the steps go. Rest, ice, compression and elevation. I contemplate a visit to the doctor, knowing it's practically a waste of money. I always thought you needed a prescription for physical therapy. Perhaps that is simply to run it through insurance. I should check my policy document (yep, nerd).
My brother is to be wed this weekend. I sincerely hope that I can make it down the aisle and back without crutches. Seriously crappy timing. I'm not sure he or his wife to be have quite figured out the implications of the injury.
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