A big portion of the HE legend is a simulation of youthful vigor and bopping around like a 37-year-old…on the move, in the groove.
It’s therefore shattering to report that over the last 30-plus hours I’ve become a near-invalid. My left ankle is aching and swollen with osteoarthritis, and I can barely hobble around with a cane.
I started using the cane yesterday, and I could barely sleep through the night for the throbbing ache and discomfort. The first wake-up happened at 2:20 am. Spotty sleep for a subsequent four hours.
Richard Rushfield calls himself The Ankler. As of this moment I have just as much of a claim to that term as he does.
Not my brand, not my style, not how I do things, humiliating, etc.
I really don’t recommend this shit to anyone except my enemies. I haven’t been through this much physical distress since I slipped and fell on the ice in the Sierra Nevadas in mid-February of 2019.
I’ve been in perfect health all my life, and now this.
I’ve bought an ankle brace and gotten a strong anti-inflammatory. I’ll be seeing a podiatrist at 1:15 pm who will give me a shot of cortisone. I really hate this.
