My vice or I should say 'device' these days is a wheelchair and a pair of crutches. Friday July 27th was a gorgeous day to have off so, off I went. I trolled the neighborhood as I frequently do, stopping here and there for a beer, some local downtown gossip and fellowship. I had just picked up my new orthopedic insoles and was feeling invincible. My feet felt good and looked good seeing as I could wear my fancy new sandals too. Well, new shoes and a few pints don't mix well. On my way home around 10pm, I miscalculated a step and both of my feet went underneath me. Thankfully, my husband Jason and I were arm in arm, so he basically caught me before I hit the ground. What did hit the ground though was my ankles. The left foot is sprained, bruised and very tender but my right foot has a hair line fracture in the tibia, a chip in the ankle bone and extensive soft tissue damage. So, where this leave me? Not so invincible. I'm being held hostage in an AirCast which looks like a moon walking boot and is very hot and uncomfortable. I've been instructed to wear this device 24/7 unless showering. At least I can shower! The crutches come in handy around the house and the wheelchair is for getting out to troll....I mean, for some fresh air. The one thing I enjoyed doing the most (wandering the neighborhood) has turned into the only thing I can't do. Sigh. Poor me. Not at all! This was a wake-up call to slow down. I believe everything happens for a reason and I've learned my lesson. Don't wear new shoes if you're planning to hit the spirits! Enough said.