ankle day

Annie Grace was right. 

She said when you quit drinking, 

You’ll go from “Gosh-  do I have to quit?”

To “Gosh do I HAVE to drink this?”

Fixed the phone. Synced to the watch. 

Probably closer to 6,000 steps a day. 

Finally MickeyDee gave an extra sausage. 

Without the biscuit. Well, sorta. 

Sausage in a bowl. 

Yesterday, I was just sitting there. 

And my ankle popped out. 

Just popped out. 

I was ready to call 911.

 The pain was unbearable. 

I actually thought I had been shot. 

Or my bone came out of the skin. 

An old friend revisited me. 

Perhaps. EDS. 

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. 

More on this soon. 

If it’s true- a decade or more 

Of Strict (and Dirty) Keto

Put it in to remission.