This afternoon I went out to buy some chocolates for Valentine's Day. I lost my footing while going down a flight of stairs and landed on my ankle, spraining it badly. I did the same thing about 15 years ago, so I know the drill: rest, ice, compression and elevation. I've been taking ibuprofen, too.
This isn't quite what I had in mind when I burbled optimistically about how "the day could only get better" in my last post.
Now I'm going to eat a few of those chocolates and watch an episode of Firefly with L.