i'm still existing
I am here. Really I am.I'm sitting here getting ready to broadcast some hoops tonight via the 'Net. However, because I am so damn graceful, I'm icing my ankle. Not with frosting but with actual ice. Somehow last night in my sleep, I managed to get it all twisted up catty wampus style. Now it feels like i've sprained the living shit out of it. How the hell does someone do that in their sleep? I'd love to know exactly what I was doing last night in my dreams, or if i've become a sleepwalking runner. I woke up this morning and said "Damn, my foot hurts." When I rolled out of bed, I almost crashed to the floor.
I truly fear this to be a dreaded low ankle sprain. Yes. That's right. I've probably got an injury that never occurs. There probably isn't any treatment for it and i'm fucked.
posted by Rusty @ 1:57 PM
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