Decisions, for better or worse
Over the last 39 hours I’ve dealt with what seemed like excruciating pain from my ankle, only to have it abate over the course of the last day. I’m still at a loss as to what originally caused it, since I don’t actively recall twisting it in such a way as to cause it to hurt so. Though in my addled brainpan I seem to recall it hurting somewhat as I was ascending the stairs to the bedroom at about 4 am on Wednesday, having been rousted from the couch and propelled up there rather unexpectedly. 4 1/2 hours later, there was pain where there hadn’t been before.
Now, if I had gone to bed originally when I had intended, around 11:30 the night before, it’s entirely possible that I could have avoided the whole sorry affair. Or it very well might have happened anyway. Such is the way of decisions, even when you’re not necessarily making them consciously. We all have those moments when we think “should I go left, or right?” and then make our choice and go with it.
This morning when I attempted to call in sick (yes I know what I said the night before) I was faced with a further dilemma when it came to my attention an executive was due at my workplace and TPTB (The Powers That Be) would prefer if I was there. Could they have gotten along without me? Sure, they could have, it’s not as if the workplace was swamped by any stretch of the imagination, my being there didn’t increase sales by a large quantity (if at all), but they wanted to put on a good show, so they needed everyone they could get to be there to do so.
As it turned out, it worked for the better, since the pain, while palpable in the morning (even the wife noticed I was limping as I left the bedroom at 6 am) slowly went away over the course of my workday. Where I was definitely noticeably favoring my right foot in the morning, by mid-day it was feeling better and I was putting more weight on it. By the time I left work around 4:30, I was able to go up and down stairs quickly and nimbly, something that was quite impossible just 8 hours before.
Of course now, at a few minutes before midnight I’m faced with the same situation. Which of course my wife referenced before she went upstairs about 10 minutes ago. Stay up and sleep on the couch eventually, or go to bed. I think in this instance I’m going to choose the latter, and cross my fingers (and toes) there’s no return of the ankle pain.
As an aside, I noted on a friend’s blog she was nominated for a 3 Quote Challenge thinger. In the same vein, I give you Benjamin Franklin:
“For the want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For the want of a shoe the horse was lost,
For the want of a horse the rider was lost,
For the want of a rider the battle was lost,
For the want of a battle the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe-nail.”
Off to bed. Good night, Neverland.