I somehow managed to break my ankle at church, slipping on wet bricks and almost falling. The ankle had to be sacrificed for me to be able to keep to my feet, and now here I am five weeks later, still in a walking cast and chowing down on Aleve and acetaminophen. I can't get pain meds from anyone in this town because Klonopin is on my med list. So I'm kinda cranky. Sure hope it heals normally...injuries to my feet and legs tend to heal very slowly because of poor circulation. Oh well, everything happens for a reason!