I have a weak left ankle. I’m not entirely sure why, but if I’ve ever hurt an ankle, it’s always been the left one.
Last Wednesday was no exception.
I’d been digging out a sapling in my front yard, and – surprise surprise – it had left a hole when I’d finished.
Silly me decided to fill in the hole ‘later’, after I’d delivered the sapling to the fire pit.
Whoops. Rapidly rethought that plan immediately I’d felt the agony and heard the sickening ‘crunch’ as I fell.
But of course, by then it was too late.
The upshot was: at the ripe old age of 43, I found myself on crutches for the very first time. And boy! Did I ever learn some lessons about the difficulties inherent in not having two working feet!
Everything got problematic. And I realised that for any similarly-hobbling Middle School kids I have, trying to negotiate a three-storey building, carrying books, pencil cases and devices, hats, water bottles and so on – it must be REALLY HARD!!!
So I’ll be changing some things at my school this year, as much as I can, to make it easier.
And I’m kicking myself (not literally; my ankle is still too idiotically painful for that) that it’s taken me until now to realise the problem.
Better late than never though, I guess.
Have a great week, dear Reader!