Quid fecisti sors turpissima?

Some days my ankles make me pay for years of exceeding their design load. This morning my **right** ankle was sore, so I got out my cane. Then, as I dodged some furniture, my cane got in the way of my **left** foot, mildly – or so I thought – twisting the ankle. The right ankle soon recovered to a tolerable degree, but the left has been worse all day!