I asked Gail if she had somehow slipped over to my bed during the night to deliver a well-deserved beating. She assured me that if she ever did thatI would remember it.
I woke up at around 3 am and my left ankle was KILLING me. I drifted in and out of sleep until about 6when I had to drag myself out of bed (hurting the other ankle slightly) and use my walker to crawl down the hallway.
Now that I’ve been up and moving aroundit feels better. The swelling had already gone down some when I took these photos.
But HOW in the HELL does a person who has trouble walking in the first place… a person who hasn’t ventured past his FRONT PORCH in almost a WEEK… how does THAT person wake up in the morning with a painful and swollen ankle?
Look at this thing.
I asked Gail if she had somehow slipped over to my bed during the night to deliver a well-deserved beating. She assured me that if she ever did thatI would remember it.
I woke up at around 3 am and my left ankle was KILLING me. I drifted in and out of sleep until about 6when I had to drag myself out of bed (hurting the other ankle slightly) and use my walker to crawl down the hallway.
Now that I’ve been up and moving aroundit feels better. The swelling had already gone down some when I took these photos.
But HOW in the HELL does a person who has trouble walking in the first place… a person who hasn’t ventured past his FRONT PORCH in almost a WEEK… how does THAT person wake up in the morning with a painful and swollen ankle?