Boy am I a klutz
This week has been one for accidents. Thursday night I was coming into the house with dinner I turned to close the garage door and twisted my right knee. It has hurt like crazy since then. Tonight Art had gone to work and I got up from the sofa to feed the cat. I started to stand up and my foot was asleep. I noticed this morning that my ankle was swollen. I did not think much about it. Anyway, as I stood up to walk to the kitchen I heard a popping sound and next thing I know I was in the floor on my ass. I heard that same popping noise when I twisted my knee the other day. The older I get the worse I become about spraining and twisting things. I should mention it was also my right ankle that I sprained. I know it is sprained because I can walk on it. It hurts like the dickens. As far back as I can remember I have had broken toes and sprained ankles. Anyway, I have been sitting on the sofa with ice on my ankle and it is still bruised and swollen. I think I sat in the floor for a good 5 minutes before I attempted to stand up. More later if I have not broken or sprained anything else.
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