The Sprained Ankle


A new pair of shoes, they seem so comfy, even with their five-inch height.

It’s finally spring, the grass is patches of green and brown.

I am feeling brave today and head out with Kevin to take my picture.

On the way back I sink into the soil my ankle going one direction and the rest of my body the other direction. It doesn’t yet hurt but it’s there. This will make ankle sprain number 12 or was it 13? I can’t remember anymore.

Happy Wednesday!!