I may have walked a few too many miles than I should have on Thursday, but I love walking in the Quarter, my old haunt.
Yesterday, as I set out for the Pharmacy museum on a sunny day, I didn’t see a big hole in the sidewalk, and I sprained my ankle. I hobbled on–and got to rest at the museum (which was amazing–more later).
About two blocks after leaving, I rolled the other ankle, badly. Luckily, I was within a couple of blocks from the theatre where I was going to spend the evening. Later, I took a Lyft home.
Today, I’m going to try to do the WWII Museum. I don’t want to stay in bed all day, though that seems to be exactly what my ankles want.
They are both swollen and bruised (from where they hit the sidewalk when they rolled). They are painful to touch, which means they are shoe-averse.
I have my cane with me. And I’m gonna lure myself out with the promise of more seafood.
