It was exactly a month since my mum died. But is was also Little M’s birthday. There was no way I could not think of mum, but I knew she would be telling me to make sure Little M had a great day. So that was my plan.
As I got ready for work welled up a couple of times, but I breathed deeply and pulled myself together.
I powered through a whole day’s teaching, not giving myself any time to stop and dwell.
Then when I got home, it was full on Birthday.
Once the M’s had gone to bed I got changed and headed off to play netball for the first time in WEEKS.
I caught the ball. My left ankle gave way. I heard a crack. I tried to stand up, but my ankle rolled and cracked again.
HOLY CRAP THAT HURTS!!!
48 hours, an x-ray and several paracetamol later, we’ve established that it’s not broken, but I have damaged ligaments and a foot that looks like this:
Monday was a Tough Day.
But I’m powering through.
Just a bit slower than normal thanks to the crutches.