It still hurts. The ankle. The wellness of the soul. It feels as if the Maharaja Zalim Singh is wiggling that bejeweled pin into a voodoo doll of doom.
I’m spending the day then on a diet of RICE – Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation… albeit I don’t have any compression socks so I’m swapping out the “C” for “crying.” That seems fair.
So this is what I’m looking at:
Sigh.
Raleigh is in four days. If I had to toe the starting line as I type this, at this very moment, I wouldn’t go.
That should definitively illustrate just how debilitating this feels; that should definitively illustrate just how disheartened I feel.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk2E1CoGe98&feature=youtu.be&t