Yesterday I did the stupid thing and cleaned the garage in one fell swoop. I got warmed up and my ankles felt fine. But then I totally paid for it later, and this morning I'm staggering around.
It's really hard, knowing that I'm not capable of what I used to be, and i have no idea if it'll ever be better. It could well be permanent. It's really freaking me out.
On a lighter note, I found the box with my comic book collection. I can't wait to show the girls. They're mostly from the 80s.
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