Well, I did it this time. I fell down the stairs and have managed to sprain my ankle. My ankle is pretty swollen and I can't put any weight on it. Dragging my leg around reminds me of the time when I was pregnant with Matthew and had very bad sciatica. I looked like Quasimodo going down Park Avenue dragging my left leg behind me trying to catch the Metro North train back to Connecticut....only now I'm doing it in Shanghai without a public audience. Oh yeah, I should mention that Tony's leaving for a business trip tomorrow and I'll be here in the house ALL BY MYSELF.....to hobble my way up and down the stairs. Not a pretty sight. I'm pretty miserable. Sitting around on the coach with my foot propped up on the pillows and taking Tylenol by the handful to reduce the swelling. I've been icing my foot as well to try to get this all under control. Definitely not pleasant for me...since I like to spend my days running around loose all over town. Those who know me know that I don't like to be inhibited....at all.So, I've got Matthew and Tony waiting on me....hand and foot. I really don't like it since I like to do things for myself. At this time, there's no choice but to adapt and make my two boys my slaves. Matthew will have to be my slave tomorrow...all by him lonesome self until his father gets back. Who said that parents can't bully their kids into doing what they want?
My foot has to heal quickly since we're expecting my cousin Cheung Yau and his wife Gloria next Saturday. They'll be arriving from Hong Kong and will be spending a week with us in Shanghai. It's my duty to drag them all over town and take them sightseeing. If I can't walk around, this will definitely put a monkey wrench into my plans.
