Not impressed. So I made it to Victoria Sunday night. Hobbled onto the plane and then a cab to the hotel where I plopped myself down with a bag of ice on my ankles all night.
Monday’s meeting went OK, except that I had my feet on the floor all day, and then stupidly hobbled down to the cafeteria for lunch. Should have stayed put and eaten my apples.
After the meeting I was horrified to see that I was flying back on the Saab1900, or, as Mom calls it, the Flying Culvert. Steep stairs, a flexible rail that offers no support to grab onto, a teensy aisle and not enough headroom to stand up so you have to pretty much crawl into it. I fell into the first available seat for the 12 minute flight back to Vancouver at which point I had to crawl out and back down to the tarmac. While waiting for Kirk to pick me up I took a look at my ankles and was further horrified…I have thought Tevas would be good footwear,and they didn’t hurt at all during the day…but man were my ankles swollen! Kirk said I had cankles. Nice!
Home to prop them up and smother them in ice again. The left ankle is turning a lovely shade of purple now.
This morning they seemed OK, but really complained when I tried to wander about the apartment. I was hopeful that I could go on the photography field trip tonight, but it’s raining and I can’t wear proper shoes….we are supposed to get down and personal with plants…and I can’t kneel…and even if I did …I can’t get up!
So, I miss both field trips. Darn! What a pisser! Oh well…that’s what I get for looking up and stepping down at the same time I suppose…..live and learn….