I will stay on theme as I recount this year's mother-daughter trip, which is easy since each day really was a mini thriller suspense.
After 10 days of couch, rest, elevation, ice and compression, I had done
all that I could to heal my sprained ankle before this trip to New York, the city that never sleeps . . . and the city where people walk freaking everywhere. The day before I left, I put pressure on on my ankle for the first time and walk-limped. It was a first step (ha!), but I wouldn't be able to take Manhattan without help.
DAY 1 - Will our heroine be able to walk the streets of New York? Or will she be a hobbling mugger's target?
My mom refuses to check luggage--ever--for reasons I can't take time in this blog to list. The night before we left she called and instructed me to, "only bring a carry-on, OK?" I don't think she realized I was still on crutches.
Pulling my own bag would mean I could not use both crutches, so I opted to take just one crutch, an ankle brace and a side of codeine. This worked fine enough through the airports (I've never had so much help through security!), but I am independent, impatient and vain, and me and these crutches weren't going to last.
Mom had a lunch meeting with her editor and publisher straight away, and I was off to explore the city, alone and crutchless--not to be confused with crotchless. I took tentative steps at first, but the more I walked, the more things seemed to stretch out and loosen up in my ankle. So I kept walking. I walked 3 or 4 miles in 3 hours, stopping only momentarily to visit the beautiful showrooms at ABC Carpet and Home store:
And eat a salted caramel sundae at ABC Kitchen, which, if you ever get to New York, is a must. Yes, that's caramel popcorn and a sea of hot fudge.
Sugared up and foot-rested, I walked from Union Square to all my favorite SoHo haunts.
I ignored the feeling of hot lava coming from the muscles and
tendons on my foot as well as my ever-thickening ankle. Instead, I focused on the myriad food trucks in this city now! WOW, you can get anything on the street now! Was hoping for a Big Gay Ice Cream Truck sighting, but I wasn't mobile enough to walk to it.
Back at the hotel I met mom and I removed my now very-tight shoe to reveal this cankle an a spankin' new set of heel to toe bruises:
What am I going to do with five days more in this city? Dun dun dahhhhhhh. To be continued...
(Are you feeling the suspense? No? That's why I don't write thrillers.)