Sharp Corners

I sometimes think my family would have been better off if we'd been genetically engineered to be born without feet. Earlier this year, My middle son was in a wheelchair for several weeks after injuring a tendon in his heel while playing football. Not long after, my oldest boy sliced open his foot wading in a pond.

Now it's my turn.

While trick-or-treating with friends and all of our kids on Saturday, I stepped wrong off a curb, rolled my ankle, and blew some ligaments that are, y'know, rather crucial to standing, walking, and other daily activities I've grown accustomed to. (For what it's worth, the ER on Halloween is every bit as weird as you'd expect.)

I'm treating everyone to more pictures today, because if I have to look at a grossly disfigured appendage all day, I'm taking some of my friends down with me. Enjoy.

Oh, and by the way, my mother wins the prize for best response to yesterday's picture, "Oh, wow! How'd you get the bruise to form in the shape of a palm tree?"

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