"Mom sprained her ankle really bad and now she lives in the familyroom."
Starting tomorrow I'll be allowed up and around more, and can even, very slowly and very slightly, begin putting a tiny bit of weight on that foot. It'll be awhile before I'm sprinting around (as if I ever did), and carrying things is going to be tough for a couple of weeks while I'm on crutches. My friend Dianne, who has her master's in athletic training and therapy (I'm not sure what the actual title is) has come up twice to visit and check out the ankle, so I'm following her advice to the letter. She has also offered to provide me with a walker once I begin doing some real weight bearing, so I can do things that require standing, more easily.
I'm figuring that when I eventually can make the trek down the hill to the studio, I can sit in the chair with wheels and put my foot up on the table while I work. I'll be quite a vision for the next few weeks, won't I?