no more monkeys jumping on the bed.
The title of this blog has relatively no relationship to the blog except for the doctor part. And even then, that's not all that related. Really, I just wanted to write that title because I thought it was kind of catchy.
My friend Kevin Hussey, who is a Physical Therapy Assistant (with a bunch of extra letters after his name), looked at my ankle last night. The good news is that he said I don't have an ankle sprain. He called it a soft tissue injury. I don't know what that means, but I like it. That would be why I thought this was the best-feeling ankle sprain I've ever had. He then proceeded to stick his thumb into the swelling around my ankle. When he pulled his thumb away, there was a thumb impression in the swelling. He thought it was hilarious. I thought it was sick. He said it would go away. And, thirty seconds to a minute later it finally did. Apparently it's called pitting.
We had a nice duck dinner with wine at the Husseys. Overall it was a fun evening.
I thought you might be excited to know that my ankle is going to be okay.
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