Home at Last
Me and the boys are home. My ankle hurts so bad I can’t walk on it. Or put any weight on it. I twisted it on Saturday. I remember going onto the course fine, coming off and it hurt. Sunday it really took it’s toll on our runs so no Q. I drove home yesterday all the way, woke up this morning and my ankle is just a big swollen bundle of pain.
We are all tired. Still want to go to Arizona in January, though. Maybe look at some Arizona real estate while we are down there doing dog sports. 
I am going to go watch some TV and veg today.
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Oh no! That’s horrible. Mum has sprained her ankle a lot in her young life, but not as an adult. She would be so whimpy if she did. Take care, ice, heat, ice, heat, ice!
Oh no! That's horrible. Mum has sprained her ankle a lot in her young life, but not as an adult. She would be so whimpy if she did. Take care, ice, heat, ice, heat, ice!
Ugh it is not fun to do! I hate pain.
Ugh it is not fun to do! I hate pain.