convalescing

It's been a week since I sprained my ankle.  While the swelling and bruising is subsiding, I'm still not able to walk well and I'm confined to the house where I hobble like an old woman from room to room.  I wish I could say this was one of those times where a respite was much-needed.  Where slowing down and staying in was a blessing in disguise.  The truth is that it's frustrating.  The weather is finally cool enough to go outside and enjoy and I'm stuck inside.  Not to mention a little boy who is simply desperate to go outside and play.  We couldn't go to ballet class yesterday because I can't walk that far.

Yesterday, Dag wanted to take the bus to a bubble tea store where we've been getting delicious chocolate drinks.  I told him I couldn't go because my ankle still hurts.  He burst into tears.  I held him while he cried and said "But chocolate drinks are my favorite.  And I'm thirsty!"

I finally broke down and sent an SOS to my friends here to see if someone can take him outside to play.  I'm one of those people who has a hard time asking for help. All of my friends have asked what they can do to help and I've turned them all away with an "I'm fine but thanks for asking."  Do you have trouble asking for help when you need it?

Due to my condition (which I'm affectionately referring to it now), there hasn't been much sewing here.  Or cooking or baking.  Or laundry.  Yesterday our building had no power from 10am-4pm.  Dag said the batteries were gone.  Which took the pressure off doing any of those household chores.  I took a little of the down time to sew the buttons on a shirt I made for myself recently (Amy Butler's Anna Tunic). Over the weekend, I did manage to cut out the pieces for a bag from Amy Butler's new book.  It's for my grandmother for Christmas and I'm really excited about it.  I kind of want to keep it for myself.  That would be rude, right?  More details on both Amy Butler projects soon...