I am at home resting my hurt ankle when my phone rings. I can not reach my phone so I must hop on my one good foot to get to my phone. My friend has called asking if I will be at the party later that night. She tells me I should have an invitation with the address in the mail. I have had to use crutches to get around, so I have not checked the mail in several days. I sit and rub my ankle, try to move it and inspect how swollen it is. It seems to be getting better so I decide to go get my mail and attend the party. I get my crutches and walk out of the house. I walk on my crutches down my drive...

I am at home resting my hurt ankle when my phone rings. I can not reach my phone so I must hop on my one good foot to get to my phone. My friend has called asking if I will be at the party later that night. She tells me I should have an invitation with the address in the mail. I have had to use crutches to get around, so I have not checked the mail in several days. I sit and rub my ankle, try to move it and inspect how swollen it is. It seems to be getting better so I decide to go get my mail and attend the party. I get my crutches and walk out of the house. I walk on my crutches down my drive way and to the mail box. I have a lot of mail and some of it falls out of my hands. Since my hurt foot is bare with no shoe or sock on, I use my toes to pick up the piece of mail. My ankle may be hurt, but my toes are still useful! I get the mail in my hands, but more falls and blows down the street. I must hobble with my crutches after the mail and again try to pick it up with my toes. I drop more mail and stumble with my crutches, but eventually I get all my mail picked up. I then use my crutches to walk back to my house, up my driveway and inside. Once inside I lay down on the couch and attend to my hurt ankle. Getting the mail on my crutches was such an ordeal I think I might skip the party and just rest. If only I had someone to take care of my and my sprained ankle.