Bah.

It's been years since I sprained an ankle, so I'd forgotten how tedious the recovery process is. Yesterday it hurt too much to even stand at the sink doing dishes (er, sorry housemates), much less going to work or the grocery store or anything else productive and useful. So I stayed in bed and read, watched movies, knitted, iced it at intervals and kept it propped on a stack of pillows. Today I hobbled instead of hopping to the kitchen for breakfast, so that's progress, but I think I'll have to stay at home again. I'm just going to feel frustrated and constrained for the next few days, so I guess I better just get on with it.