Revenge Of The Ankle Part 5: A New Beginning

Monday night we ventured over to my folks' house, where I put together my mom's new computer. It was fun. She's happy. yay! But then I attempted to walk out the fron door. And fell. Those of you who have known me for more than a year realize that I fall down...and break things...usually my right ankle. But this was new. My right ankle escaped unharmed. My left ankle rolled, swelled, and caused me to inflict the shrubbery with new and exciting curses. We stayed at mom's a while longer. Borrowing a cane, I finally went home (luckily I have an automatic transmission). Having stairs sucks when you can't walk on one leg. It really sucks when you can't put all your weight on the other ankle, because it wants to roll as well!!! A wheel chair in a house with stairs would really, really suck. So I sit. Alone. The cat's don't follow instruction well, and my requested glass of water was replaced by a catnip mouse. It was actually quite refreshing. You should try one.