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This memory gave me reassurance. This discomfort is temporary. Don’t forget what you know about pain, Julie. I reached in for the ice pack and hobbled to Brindsley’s bedroom. It was my turn to put him to bed. I was happy I would be able to get off my feet and ice while I read to him. Brindsley was already reading to himself when I came limping in.
He looked up, “What happened, mom.”
“Oh, I’m having some discomfort in my ankle. I’ll be okay.”
I sat at the edge of his bed to see if I could move my ankle up and down but was met with tremendous pain. “Ouch,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. It hurt to move in any direction. I found it comical that just 30 minutes ago I was walking around with no problem now I could hardly move. Is this crazy or what?
I placed the ice pack on the front of my ankle and began to read to Brindsley. I don’t recall what book we were reading, I wish I did, but I remember laughing and smiling. My ankle pain softened. I took off the ice and was now able to move it a little bit up and down, better than before. The reading and the company were a great distraction from the events that took place earlier.
I continued to read as I moved my ankle in the directions I could tolerate.
Movement will help. Laughter will help. What I say to myself matters— this is temporary, see you can move your ankle with less discomfort. This pain is not permanent.
When I left Brindsley’s room I was limping but not as bad. I felt some peace and comfort knowing that my ankle wasn’t injured. I will keep moving it and pay attention to what I say to myself. I will get a good night’s sleep.
I set my alarm to get up for a run. I’ll just see what I can do in the morning. I knew movement was beneficial and if I could put weight on my ankle without limping then I would run.
When I woke up the next morning I forgot for a moment about my ankle until the ache reminded me. I was surprised I could walk to the bathroom without a limp. I was able to push off without wincing. It was sore but I could place all my weight on my foot without a problem. I was sore but safe. This gave me the green light that I could run.
Even though the front of my ankle was very sore and my range of motion was not restored I knew running would be good. Running made me happy. It was one of my ways to process life’s challenges and troubles. Running is rehab.
I got dressed and headed out the door, thrilled to see the stars glittered overhead. The moon reflected a path for me on the road. I was not alone. This will help my ankle feel better.
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