So, Monday night we went out to dinner and on the walk back home I managed to step on a rock and twist my ankle. It wasn't that painful and we actually thought it was funny. Of course, the cocktails we had at dinner may have had something to do with that. lol!
Tuesday morning I get out of bed and can barely stand on my ankle. After lots of hopping, limping and swearing it got better but it was still painful. I managed to get through the day without an obvious limp, but it's still a little swollen and not nearly as funny as it seemed to be Monday night. lol!
My alarm goes off at 6 in the morning and I actually get up sometime between then and 6:30. So, if you hear the echo of some pretty choice four letter words around that time don't worry too much. It just means I'm up and trying to walk.
