The Mother of All Limps

As we speak (or read I guess) SoulSlam is in the midst of a sprained ankle. The bad kind.

I vaguely recall rolling my ankle on Saturday, no problem that day. Sunday AM it was a little testy, then got worse as the day evolved. Monday and Tuesday, swelled up like a dead muskrat. Wednesday, still in pain. I'm debating whether to get up from my seat or not for a light lunch.

I have sprained it before (including a tremendous one about 10 years ago that was the lowlight of a Bahamian vacation) - and I'll probably sprain it again. Soldier on I will.

Toughguy.