Five years ago, I lost my balance while climbing from the tracks of an excavator and hit the ground with my right foot in an unnatural position. The result? A severe sprain, which hurt like hell.
Healing took some time, especially with the "get tough" attitude of the doctor. The first week was bad, but I eventually could hobble around with best of gimps. The worst part was the feeling my ankle was made of jello and any tiny misstep would end in disaster.
It took about six months to have a normal day, but overexertion would end with me limping. Cold weather still causes minor problems and I've never regained the old "give 'em hell" attitude while negotiating any uneven terrain.
So out of the blue, my ankle is bothering me today and I can't think of any reason why, except age, which I can't do anything about.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.