I had a post, and my brain ate it. But, on the upside, my dad has tickets to his tennis thing in Shanghai, and I've shoved my debt to my mother onto him. The family should just keep buying $150 worth of stuff on behalf of each other over and over again.
PT found my ankle today. I'm a cash cow for his industry. He was tracking down a nerve entrapment, got to my ankle, and asked what was wrong with it. Nothing was my initial answer, but it is my continually jacked ankle, just wasn't hurting right then. Except when he was working it. Doing things that apparently wouldn't hurt my other ankle. Fucking excruciating limit-testing pain on this one, though.
I stand funny. This is the price I pay. Do I bother seeing a podiatrist, or do I just order inserts from wellfit.com?
I am iced and fed. And sleepy. Bedtime after CSI, methinks.
Allyson -- don't discount your time.