Martha's Attic

Several years ago, I sprained my right ankle.  It hurt, bad.  Never having sprained it before, I went to the doctor, just to be sure.  It was just a sprain, take it easy.  So, three weeks ago, I spained my left ankle.  I was taking the dog for a walk, going down the front steps, looking at the moon.  The last step is not very high, not paying attention I thought I was stepping to the sidewalk, not -I stepped on the edge of the step, and turned my ankle, and went down -it hurt so bad I thought I was going to pass out.  Luckily Jack did not try to drag me out in the yard.  I managed to get myself inside the house and put ice on it.  I have been living with this ankle, still swollen and sore, couldn't flex my foot, for three weeks.  Of course, during this time I have been walking the dog every morning (except for the first four mornings), raking, weed eating, and general house work.  It really started to worry me that it wasn't getting...