It's been quite some time since I was able to simply sit at home in front of the tube during a weekday. I don't normally watch much TV anymore, mostly because I just don't have the time.
Let me say that I now know I'm glad I don't have the time. And now that I've pretty much been forced to be a couch potato for a little while, I've even started to despise the medium.
The story begins more than two months ago when I sprained my ankle playing basketball in the old Dearing gym. I elevated the swollen joint, iced it down and wore a brace for a few weeks. But being so busy, how could I stay off of it?
Mitchell - a youth at my church who witnessed the accident - told me I probably should have used crutches for a while to let it heal faster. And I don't know how many people asked me what the doctor said to do. What doctor?
I went to the authority on bum ankles, my father. He's been playing basketball for much longer than I've been alive. He's had more than his share of strains, sprains and twists, and he said it looked, acted and felt like a sprain.
Then, I showed it to my aunt and mother-in-law, both nurses. They told me it looked bad with all the pretty blues and purples spreading from heal to toe, but nothing too serious. It was a consensus to simply stay away from physical activity for about six to eight weeks.
Fast forward two months to last Wednesday night at church, and my ankle hadn't bothered me for weeks. So I orchestrated a game of kickball with the youth.
When the ball got past me one time, I trotted after it, picked it up and collapsed when my ankle folded in a way I thought wasn't humanly possible. I guess to say it was weaker than I thought might be a slight understatement.
I had to be carried to a nearby truck bed and wheelchaired into the church building because I couldn't put any weight on it. Thanks go to my wonderful youth group who jumped to help me in every way possible.
I spent Wednesday night and the entire day Thursday on the couch with my leg propped up watching TV and hobbling on crutches to the bathroom. I think I would rather sit in the bathroom than suffer through the junk that's on TV during the day.
No offense to my wife who works the morning and noon news at Channel 6 but there's nothing on worth watching.
Ironically, as I was getting ready to leave for the doctor's office, an infomercial came on about sole inserts. It started with saying that the feet are the foundation of the body and how important it is that they are supported properly.
I threw the remote at the TV.