Trapped!

Ho hum....I believe this is the fifth time I sprained my ankle and each time it seems more annoying. I am pretty sure both are comprised of bubble gum at this point. The ice on my drive way got the better of me on Monday. A simple recycle bin mission has lead me to be completely immobile. I thought I could 'walk it off'...not so much. Kevin took me to the Doctor and yes, it is a sprain, two sprains actually. It's the kind that goes all the way around the foot. I can't flex, bend, twist, put any pressure at all... now, I am trapped (day 2)in my bedroom, doing RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation). Yes, I have my laptop and cell phone but no one waiting on me hand and foot :) Seriously, I am going stir crazy, I can't do anything, barely dressed myself today and my house is a wreck...twitching just thinking about it. This is probably a good diet plan actually because I can't dream of eating in my bed, I've tried and it's a mess. I've considered asking our nanny to be my nurse but can't do it, she has enough on her hands with my very upset, teething girl, bad week for both of us. Which leads me to why this truly is the pitts, I cannot play, hold or tend to my baby as a good mom should. It is breaking my heart! She is wanting her mom but I am literally leg up with ice in the bed so it is somewhat difficult, especially because she wants to wiggle all around and I can't chase after her when she tries to jump off the bed.
All and all I know this will pass and I will be up and around soon, although not soon enough! I guess I should try to enjoy the lounging, who knew it would be so hard to do that? I am going to try to not take the simple things like walking and holding my baby for granted anymore!