I sprained my ankle. I spent the day at home, I didn’t do anything more than sit at my desk, writing and making dinner, etc. Nothing strenuous and no accidents. At some point I noticed my foot was sore. After spending time playing cards with my Mom I had to gimp around because my ankle was severely unhappy every time my foot moved. So, how did I possibly sprain my ankle, doing nothing? It is very weird.
I bought a tensor bandage. Amazing how much harder it was to wrap that around my own foot now that I’m not 20-something. But, I got it done. That helped, the bandage I mean. There is no help for being over 50 and a long way from skinny.
Today is day three. It only hurts when I try to move my ankle. My Mother gave me one of her canes. I’m not getting the hang of it. Might be because I just don’t want to.
Vanity goeth before the fall. All too likely to be literal in this case.