Ain't nothin' better than being plugged into the wall. Well, that's how it feels right now, what with dragging this extension cord around my apartment. It's close enough to actually being physically plugged into the wall. I have a heat pad wrapped around my ankle, held in place with an ACE bandage. The cord coming out is plugged into an extension cord, because there aren't enough outlets underneath my computer desk. Seeing the cord coming out of the wrapping makes me feel like I'm some sort of electricalicityfied ROBOT! See! That's not very deep people... okay, fine, perhaps the subcutaneous tissue may be a bit thicker in places than in this picture, but not at my ankle... the skin there is thin like old people. My sister told me to alternate between the heat pad (which Laura lent me, because she's awesome) and cold packs. Somehow I feel that this tactic only serves to confuse the injury. Is it Hot? Is it Cold? Is it Hot? Is it Cold? As if by doing this, the injury will give up and my ankle will get better. She tells me that it's to Relax the injured area and then to reduce swelling... but then I guess I put the Heat Pad back on because the cold pack tightens everything back up, and then I reapply the cold pack because the heat pad has made the skin all relaxed... which still seems like I'm only trying to trick my ankle into getting better. In other news, it's getting a little easier to walk, but my locomotion is still rather stilted and jerky. I've regained enough flexibility in my ankle that I got to use my knee today! Yay! I'm sure I'm creating more problems by attempting to "walk it off", for example I'm walking with my foot turned out and I'm developing a sore spot on the ball of my right foot from reappropriating the weight around. If you want a pretty good idea of what I look like when walking right now, think Boris Karloff, 1932, The Mummy... Yes, I know, very unfortunate...