Ankles Away, Update #2

Sunday, May 4, 2008
Beijing

During my post-bath ritual high, the left leg of my cotton pajama bottoms brushed lightly against my ankle...and honest to God, it felt like the skin had been peeled away. One look was enough to convince me I've officially landed in the aforementioned deep end of the pool.

My left ankle is at least double (working toward triple) its normal size, and looks like someone painted the outside of it with a big, fat, red paint-coated brush.

My right ankle isn’t lookin’ much better, but at least it's the color of human epidermis. And only one and a half its normal size.

Guess that’s something to feel good about. Right...?