This shot is the one I was taking when I decided that I am younger and more agile than I really am. I proceeded to jump off the riser I was standing on instead of taking the prudent two or three cautionary steps to get down safely and landed on my ankles and then my tuckus. My ankle was twisted and wobbly but seemed fine. After the shoot I joined my post-partum mama posse at the local Mexican joint for a much deserved (I thought) margarita. When walking to my car I tripped and fell flat on my face and twisting my ankle to establish a bonafide sprain. Driving home was an adventure. YOU try using your left foot to brake. Once I made it home and hobbled into the house I had to crawl upstairs to bed. And I mean literally crawl. Josh said it looked like some bad performance piece or an excerpt from some twisted David Lynch film.The next day I could actually put some weight on it so it turned out to be not such a catastrophe. The doctor looked at the xrays and said, "You've done this before in the same place". So I had to recount the time I was running and twisted my ankle on the Lyon street stairs in San Francisco and then ran the three miles home on a sprained ankle. Not sure which sounds more ridiculous. That I was dumb enough to run on an injured foot or that I actually used the be able to run up the hundred odd steps in SF.
It is still swollen and uncomfortable, but bearable. Thanks to all of you who have asked.
