Poor ankles

My poor ankles.
The right one is swollen, iced and wrapped up from getting sprained this morning.
The left one has holes and cuts in it from slipping in the bathroom the other day.

Poor things.

I'm a zombie. So glad I'm finally off, but not so glad that the next few days will be shuttling and walking all around Shenzhen on an injured ankle and tired spirit and a fatigued body.

I need rest. Forget the dishes. I'm going to bed.