The More Things Change...
I was a particularly klutzy child. Beginning at 18 months, when I smacked my head on the coffee table and required stitches, to a compound fracture of my right leg at 2 1/2, a broken nose, fingers, more stitches, various trips and falls and walking in to walls. Coordination and I have a tenuous relationship. Yoga has been immensely helpful.
So imagine my intense chagrin this evening when, walking on the Esplanade to a free yoga class led by one of the owners of my studio, I catch an edge on the stairs and badly sprain my ankle. Surprisingly, the yoga did not aggravate the sprain; walking back to my car did. Christopher was wonderful and accompanied me to the emergency room, and then had to deal with the vagaries of Norwood restaurants not serving food after 10:00 pm. He was wonderful.
I am sore, and cranky, and likely put our lovely weekend in PA in jeopardy. I can barely walk. But, it's not broken, so that's something. And it was a lovely evening by the Charles River, despite the pain.
Doctor Robert - The Beatles