About 3 weeks ago, my little boy and I spent the day at my sister's house. She's pregnant and feeling big. We were sitting on the floor playing with our kids when she realized how difficult it was going to be getting up.
I was amused when she asked, "Can you get up off the floor without using your hands?" Was she joking? No. Sadly, she was serious.
Of course, I can get up without using my hands. I took it as a dare. And I quickly moved to prove my point. From sitting on my heels with my knees bent under me, I shifted my weight to my right foot. Pulled my left foot out from under me. And I raised my left leg to swing my left foot in front of me. Without using my hands, I balanced my weight between my left foot (now flat on the floor) and my right foot (still under my butt with the top of my arch against her carpet).
Well, as you can tell from my last post (remember the Star Search photos?), I'm not so embarrassed by the stupid things I do that I can't write about them here. So, let me continue...
I pushed hard off both feet. And I made it! I was proud of myself. I showed her!
Feeling somewhat ashamed of myself for showing off my non-pregnant physical athleticism, I felt compelled to speak honestly... "If I made that look painless, just know that it wasn't."
In fact, the top of my right foot hurt pretty bad. It never bruised. But it ached for 10 days before I went to the doctor. She suspected a ganglion cyst. I had a hard, bony bump that hurt terribly when touched. And now I felt like I was losing feeling to my second toe... like someone wrapped a rubberband around it. The x-ray technician took pictures and the doctor sent me to an orthopedist... a specialist at the sports' medicine clinic.
Sports medicine? Wow. Besides church league softball, I've never played sports in my life. What an impressive "sporting" injury. I guess getting off the floor with no hands is a sport now. Anyone want to play?
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