My ankle was the size of a softball (yes, exaggerating, but not by much). This has happened off and on for a long time. I don't remember the initial injury. My doctor said if it's ever going to have a chance to heal, I should stay off it, and try to keep my restless leg syndrome from tweaking it for 4-6 weeks. The restless leg part is hard enough. Otherwise, I live alone and depend on mass transit. So, when I walk, I use a cane and go slow, and stop if my ankle begins to hurt or burn. That's not as easy as it sounds, because I'm used to it hurting or burning.
Lately, it's been like I've been carrying my gut between my knees. That is, a sinking feeling that stays low and drags like a lugubrious anchor. A lot of it, including the aches and pains, is seasonal. I hate it when the shorter days become noticeable. I also hate it at the nadir, the winter solstice. Things seem to stay dark (and cold) forever after that. Everyone complains about Daylight Savings Time now. I think it's wonderful. If you want to solve the problem of people getting to work late, I'd say make it a national holiday. What better way to celebrate the warm weather and bright daylight at 7 p.m.? It's the one day that consistently makes me happy.
If there's a heaven, it has at least fourteen hours of daylight every day. Like Camelot. The nights are starry, but never too dark. Or people have night vision.
I finished another chapter of my Carrie fan fiction today, Carrie: Night of Torment and Terror. The first review of the new chapter said she comes out as a superhero. Yes, but . . . she did some really cruel things. But I'm off into literature, and that's in my SS&SS blog, which I've still yet to post in.
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