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It's funny how causation works. Yesterday we went out to dinner with friends, and I ate too much. Rather than stop there, however, the consensus was to press onward to Ben & Jerry's for dessert. And it was nice, but it was somewhat stupid. So this morning, I awoke at 4am to an upset stomach. Unable to sleep, I went upstairs to hang out until I might be able to relieve myself. I played bridge for a while, and when I felt the urge to go, I tried to finish out the hand. But my opponents were slow, so I bailed, and proceeded to hastily head to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I had sat on my foot while at the computer, and it had fallen asleep. So when I half jogged onto a sleeping foot, the sound of several cracks/pops led to the discovery that the foot had not planted properly, and down I went. And while I'll spare you the in-between steps, I called my insurance's 24-hour nurse program, and was told to keep my foot elevated, rest 24 hours, ice every so often, etc. And that if it's a bad sprain, which is what she says it sounds like, it can take a couple of weeks to heal.

So the quick answer to how I hurt my foot is that I ate too much the night before.

Of course, it's nice timing to have this happen at the start of a 3-day weekend, especially when Kathy could really use more than an invalid in her life. I'm also bummed that I'll have to miss tonight's D.C. United game.

And with that popping sound, I'm worried that it's worse than a sprain. So I'll keep a close eye on things. At least I can be thankful that I have a portable computer.

Ugh.