I've posted about my never ending ankle injury problem, and I had yet another in a long line of set backs this week. As a result, I've been feeling especially sorry for myself this week.

I was watching the womens beach volleyball a little bit ago, and they mentioned that Kerri Walsh Jennings had to have surgery, because she dislocated her shoulder twice in six weeks.

As I've been going through my physical therapy, the therapist has discovered that I apparently have something of a floating bone in the top of my foot. Like, it'll be in place, and then pop! pop! and it's out.

I hear this fact about her twice dislocated shoulder, and went "I dislocate my foot three times a week on a good week, and nobodies that worried about me!"

...so, my pity party is going spectacularly! I'm expecting my personal rain cloud to arrive any time!

(And I don't particularly need advise. I've got a PT that I trust a lot, and an appointment with a doctor that specializes in bones and joints in two weeks. I post this cause my personal pity party is so bad, even I'm laughing at it.)