Well, as posted in my last entry my shoulder is finally healed. As a reward for this, last night at dance I gave myself one hell of an ankle sprain. Bad enough that I went willingly (ok, not so willingly, but I went) to the ER. After xrays and exams it was determined (mostly by my Physical Therapist ...love ya honey!) that it's a grade 2 sprain, including at least 2 of the 3 ligaments. Yeah, nice work! So, since I had a training seminar today I spent the day gimping around the hospital. Let me just say this: Crutches suck dead weasles. We hates them precious, we hates them all.
...And I am beginning to suspect that I might be getting old.
...And I am beginning to suspect that I might be getting old.