Yesterday, I was walking down the back staircase at work, not paying too much attention to things. After all, I’ve walked down that staircase thousands of times. But this time, I missed a step and managed to do a wonderful job of spraining my ankle.
I’ve done this once before, about five years ago, in an equally boring way–I stepped off a porch wrong. It’s the same ankle, and I headed home early to prop it up. With my desk configuration, it’s really hard to both elevate the ankle and keep working. Once I got home, I realized this was a perfect minor injury for a reader. Sometimes when you have a cold, you don’t always feel like reading. But with a sprained ankle, I just need to sit. Which is ideal for reading!
I also started thinking about some of my favorite literary heroines and their ankle woes. First to mind was Anne, though technically she broke her ankle. Of course, her story is much better than mine–Josie Pye dared her to walk the ridge pole of a roof. As Anne said,
I must do it. My honor is at stake. I shall walk that ridge pole, Diana, or perish in the attempt.
And though Anne got bored while she was laid up, it does appear she had a good time. Mention is made of the many books and flowers and visitors she had. And Anne, ever the optimist tells Marilla later:
“Everybody has been so good and kind, Marilla,” sighed Anne happily, on the day when she could first limp across the floor. “It isn’t very pleasant to be laid up; but there is a bright side to it, Marilla. You find out how many friends you have.”
Throughout the rest of the series, she refers to her weak ankle, talking in the later books about how it aches before it rains. Totally understand, and I’ve only sprained mine.
Betsy Ray also had weak ankles. In Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown she takes a tumble off a sled and sprains her ankle. The boys bring her home, and she gets set up on a couch with a pillow under her foot. I love this line “Betsy felt heroic.” She also mentions the delight of two new books to amuse her while she’s injured. And of course, out of this incident comes her famous, tragic tale of Flossie. Years later, Betsy conveniently uses her weak ankle to avoid some awkward boy trouble. It’s now swollen, and it takes her three times to remember to say “ouch” as her father examines it, but she still pulls the following ploy:
“I’d just as soon stay in bed. I don’t feel very good. Not too bad,” she added hastily, remembering Tacy’s party the following night.
Friends parade through her bedroom. There is some flirting with boys. Tempting treats are offered, and books are brought. After all, she’s “sick” but not contagious! And she milks it for all she’s worth.
So, yes, sprained ankles are most annoying, especially when your office is upstairs and your museum is on 13 acres. But as far as minor illnesses or injuries go, it could be much worse. Excuse me while I pick up my book and keep reading. The ankle requires it!