{"id":12,"date":"2006-05-02T15:45:00","date_gmt":"2006-05-02T20:45:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2007-05-18T13:50:33","modified_gmt":"2007-05-18T19:50:33","slug":"trapped","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.moridin.com\/posts\/?p=12","title":{"rendered":"Trapped"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m trapped. Stuck in my condo, unable to leave. Even within my condo, my movements are limited.<\/p>\n

Why am I trapped? Because I sprained my ankle last night. Pretty bad, too. Bad enough that I can’t put much body weight on my left leg. Which means that I can’t walk. If I want to move from my couch to my office, for instance, I hop on my right leg over to the other room. And showering last night was a major feat of one-legged gymnastics.<\/p>\n

I’ve been icing down my ankle and keeping it elevated whenever I can (hard to do while working on a laptop). I can already tell it has started to slightly heal, but it may be another couple of days before I can even walk to the grocery store across the street.<\/p>\n

On a more positive note, here are some funny video links (credits go to Jill and ClunkyRobot<\/a>):<\/p>\n