My ankle is exceedingly better and SO THERE to all the finger waggers who said I woulda/shoulda/coulda high-tailed it to the doctor last weekend. I took a Motrin late this afternoon because the ankle had been sore all day and I could not for the life of me find a comfortable prop for my foot. I had been using a trash can but the charm was off today.
I realize as soon as I click the Publish button over there on the right that I’ll probably fall down the stairs.
Glad to hear the ankle is better! Paul twisted his on Saturday night, but not as bad as yours!
He needs the old person’s compression bandage. It’s quite the fashion statement.