I was having a nearly pain-free day until my mother needed a pan that was on the top shelf. While reaching for it and then climbing down off the chair, my ankle gave way and I have been in pain since. We had a relatively good dinner and were stuff at the first helpings. The turkey was fantastic as usual, though my sister complained that it was dry. I didn’t think so. As I had to take a pain pill before we ate, I couldn’t have any alcoholic beverages, which sucked. I would have loved the wine my sister brought up.
We brought out a table full of desserts after we ate. No one was in the mood for any, though I managed to have my Nantucket cranberry cake I made. It came out good. A couple people had coffee but I didn’t because it smelled terrible. It wasn’t Starbucks coffee. I already had it any way. I ate way too much and am glad I am in my PJs.
While we were sitting digesting our food, my loud mouth cousin came over. I can’t stand her because she always wants to be the center of attention. When she really started to get loud, I left to go upstairs to my room. It didn’t help the noise levels but at least it was a little quieter. I needed to put my ankle up anyways and take another pain pill. She just left and I am thankful for that. Maybe I can get a nap in.
I honestly don’t know what I did to my ankle when I was on the chair getting that stupid pan. I think I might have turn on it or something. Whatever I did, holy cow, does it hurt. It’s my normal pain so I don’t think I did something new to it. I probably just put pressure on it that it didn’t like. I’m getting sleepy so I think I am going to take that nap my head so desperately wants.