Sprain, Sprain, Go Away

Somewhere, somehow, I hurt my ankle. And no, it wasn't a ceiling fan accident after my last rowdy weekend. For the past couple of weeks I've had a nagging dull pain when I walk, and also the ocassional excrutiating, scream outloud pain when I land on it a certain way. I'm really over that. So today I bought the ankle brace pictured below (along with the potted plants pictured below, below).

First, I'm fully aware that the brace goes on UNDER the sock, I was just trying it on and showing it off to everyone in the office (I didn't want them to see my new french-tip pedicure with the diamond stones). And I'm glad my feet don't smell, because I'm sitting here in the office with my shoe and sock off trying to get this thing on. [Note: This ought to be heaven for the foot fetish crowd that keeps e-mailing me from YouTube. Enjoy!].

Surprisingly, it actually feels pretty good. Snug. Secure. According to my doctor, compression, along with 20 or less minutes of icing each night should speed the healing process. But I sure could use a nurse to make it feel better.