Woe is me

Apparently I have decided that Friday will be a very bad day. No, don't try to change my mind, I have already made up my mind.

I messed up my ankle rather well yesterday. Luckily I have a bone doctor in the house that proceeded to giggle and make jokes about my pain. (this is where I cross my arms and huff). Ice, an ace bandage, elevated foot and anti-inflammatory where prescribed.

I hurt so much last night, that I repetitively woke myself up crying out and leg throbbing. Even this morning I am having a whole lot of trouble with it. Now let's top in off with this wonderful head cold I seem to have discovered in the middle of the night. The ache in my joints is not making this injury feel any better.

I might whine, complain, and gritch, but I still have many things to do.

I pulled Murrial's treats yesterday because she wasn't coming over, even though I was the two feet away she required. It seemed to have done the trick, because when I went out to milk, she made her way up to the barn. I gave her the treats. She is still weary, but she needs those treats.

ok I need to go ice my ankle again, maybe soak in a bath as well. Wish there was more to tell you. If you got a subject you would like more info on next week, let me know. Otherwise we are going to talk about caring for newborn goats.