Anklyosaurus

Was always my favorite dinosaur, now it is a word that reflects my mood due to an ankle injury that is driving me up the wall. Now had I injured said ankle fighting ninjas, or defending the weak I may feel better about my predicament but no, I injured it walking... in San Francisco. That's it, walking, not running, not skipping, but walking. Not only that the sprain/fracture/whatever the heck this is happens to be infected and I am on a form of penicillin that makes me feel like total crap so I am forced to sit at home on the couch with my foot up and work from here. It sucks because I am actually good to go, I am ready to work full tilt and get stuff done. I have big plans for the fall, things to do, people to see etc etc aside from the fact that my foot feels like someone stuck a shovel full of gravel in the joint! So I am a little grumpy until I get the Xray results and find out what is actually happening. Personally, I kind of hope I need a cast, I can handle a cast, been there and done that and I know I can handle walking around on one. If its a sprain it'll mean more rest and "staying off it" which I have had just about enough of. If I was a marmot I'd have chewed it off by now and fled to fight another day.

For the record if the infection takes my foot I want a peg leg so I can be a pirate.